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