| 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, 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 ain’t worth a toss
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| It’s about time they all dropped dead
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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 weren’t 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
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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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| Take 'em all, watch 'em fall
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| Take 'em all, watch 'em fall
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| Take 'em all, watch 'em fall
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| Take 'em all, watch 'em fall
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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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| 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 |