[WHEW I did TERRIBLE on this one by myself!!!!!! BT figured out MOST of this with alarming
accuracy, but there are a few points in which neither of us could get or I disagree.
In those cases where whole lines are in asteriks, the lines in brackets are mine.
I'm probably wrong, but what the heck!
Much thanks to BT for the right lyrics to this!]
You were the one who could never decide
You're always complaining the company's too restraining
You think you're smarter than the rest
But deep inside you're scared to death
You've got your finger in the pie
But the time has come to pick a side
First you say one thing then you change your mind
You think it's great, you say it's hot
You turn around and then it's not
On Saturday nights you wear punk rags
You drive a white Porsche with a custom tag
*You'd like to chance but you just don't know* [Your life is damned but you just don't know]
'Cause you're gettin' 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, gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break
Don't you think we're tough enough (think twice)
*Think that you can hold us back? (no way)* [I think you may be holding back, (No way)]
Don't you know we got the stuff (sure thing) *[Got the stubs?/Count the stuff?]*
And now we're on the warpath, sorry
It's not too late
Gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break
Gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break
Oh don't you know I'm tired of waitin' (so tired)
And I'm tired of bein' nice (so nice)
*The cat that looked me in the eye is (Conscious???)*
Ready or not, here we come (sorry)
It's not too late
Gimme a break
You've got the job now so you'll call the shots
You've got the access to the bread
You said by now that I'd be dead
Let me tell you somethin', friend
Your days are numbered to the end
You see that young cat down the hall?
He's waitin' 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
Ah, no way, no one ever gave me a break