Dance Or Die Minuteman
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
Minute man
No more chance for the Minute man
Your were working twenty four hours a day
Face got lines and your hairs turned grey
Some hard Speedpills and another line of coke
Who wants to die before to get old
Minute man
No more chance for the Minute man
