Dance or Die - Minute man

Spitting in your soup slapping in your face today Bored and angry about your straight hard way You kept the system still alive Time was money pay your expensive wife Minute man, no more chances for you Minute men You were working twentyfour hours a day Face got lines and your hair turned grey Some hard Speedpills and another line of coke Time was money take it as a Joke Minute man, no more chances for you Minute men You'd been afraid of a hungry year To loose your job was what you fear Your heart took revenge and your blood ran cold Who wants to die before to get old Minute man, no more chances for you Minute men