You were the one who could never decide Your always complaining the company's too restraining You think your sweeter than the rest But deep inside your scared to death You've got your finger in the pie The time has come to pick a side... [sax] First you say one thing then you change your mind You think it's great you say its hot You turn around and then it's not On Saturday night you wear punk rags But you drive a white porsche with custom tags You'd like to chance it but you just don't know Cause your getten' blind from too much snow I hate you but I need the deal Let's discuss it over a big hot meal Gimme a break...gimme a break...etc.etc. [sax] Don't you think we're tough enough? (think twice) Think that you can hold us back? (no way) Don't you know we got the stuff? (sure thing) Now were on the warpath Sorry... it's not too late... gimme a break [sax solo] Don't you know I'm tired of waiten'? (so tired) And I'm tired of being nice (so nice) Can't ya look me in the eyes? Don't ya know I'm coming out?... Sorry...It's not too late... gimme a break You got the job now so you call the shots You got the access to the bread You said by now that I'll be dead But let me tell you something friend Your days are numbered to the end You see that young cat down the hall He's waiten' for you to trip and fall You'll beg for your job down on your knees You'll kiss the ground and ask him please to Give you a break Give you a break Give you a break...
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