Talk tough or they're never gonna stop
Stick em up, slip knot or shot
We will chain them up and lock them down in a little white room below.
You're screwed, they will never let us lose
Cause the bosses look after us.
They will save our fate by threatening to detonate... Ha ha ha ha
Lock ‘em out or they’ll pepper all the doubt
Whether doctors, clowns or scouts
We will make them wait, interrogate, like we're using them to win a bet
Check it out, no bars on my house
Cause the bosses look after us.
They will keep us safe by closing all the pearly gates… Ha ha ha ha
Do you, do you hate me?
Do you, do you know?
Do you, or do you fear me?
Can you, can you tell?
Get tough or all the cars'll stop
Blow em up, get shot and drop
They will feel our wrath while we justify the crime and avoid the time.
Get down, look who's wearing the crown.
Cause the bosses look after us.
They will help us rule by ramping up the ridicule… Ha ha ha ha
Do you, do you hate me?
Do you, do you know?
Do you, or do you fear me?
Can you, can you tell?
Get up and we’ll make it all stop
only doing this to yourselves
We’ll provide a sense of recompense now that tide has turned at home.
Cheer up, you can have what we got,
Cause the bosses don’t speak for us
We'll give them the jilt to exorcise our guilt…again.
Do you, do you hate me?
Do you, do you know?
Do you, or do you fear me?
Can you, can you tell?
Lyrics by John Berry