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