Lyrics You're Next - Michael Monroe

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