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