We worked our way up from east end pubs
  To gigs and back stage passes
  Ex-boxing champs, West end clubs
  Americans in dark glasses
  Driving ten grand cars, they drink in hotel bars
  They're even making money in bed
  They wouldn't be no loss, they aint worth a toss
  It's about time they all dropped dead.
    [Chorus]
  Take 'em all, take 'em all
  Put 'em up against a wall and shoot 'em
  Short and tall, watch 'em fall
  Come on boys take 'em all
    Well tough shit boys, it aint our fault
  Your record didn't make it
  We made you dance, you had your chance
  But you didn't take it
  Well, I gotta go make another deal
  Sign another group for the company
  I don't suppose we'll ever meet again
  You'd better get back to the factory.
    [Chorus]
    Take 'em all, watch 'em fall [x4]
    [Chorus Repeat...]