Minuteman - Dance Or Die

Spitting in your soup sloping in your face today

Bored and angry about your straight hard away

You kept the system still alive

Time was money pay your expensive wife

Your were working twenty four hours a day

Face got lines and your hairs turned grey

Some hard speed pills and another line of coke

Time was money take it as a joke

You’d been afraid of 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 man