Michael Monroe You're Next song lyrics

Somebody cooked your golden goose

Soon you'll be hangin' on the noose

No 'get outta jail free' cards

Shouldn't have to try so hard

The upper hand is on the foot

*you're next, you're next

You're next in line, that's what you get

You're next

You take the fall you made the mess

They got your number and address

Been diggin' your own ditch

Payback's such a bitch

Soon you'll be whining with the rest

*you're next, you're next

You're next in line, whatcha expect?

You're next, you're next

You're next, it's time to pay the debt

You're next