We worked our way up from east end pubs To gigs and back stage pa**es Ex-boxing champs, West end clubs Americans in dark gla**es 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 sh** 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...]