Give 'Em Hell - Witchfynde

If the powers that be tell you

There never were three wise men

Then you’d better believe it’s true

They won’t ask you to come again.

In the cage the ringmaster cracks

He puts you through all your tricks

Then the lions are on your back

You’re runnin' out but then you slip

Shout it out, give 'em Hell

Shout it out, give 'em Hell

Happy sat in the back seat

But the manager shows you the door

Then you’re picked up for walkin' the street

It’s too much you can’t take anymore

Shout it out, give 'em Hell

Shout it out, give 'em Hell