Life in their hands

Hello there
It's been a long time
What's this I've heard on the grapevine?
Oh is it true?
You're not telling lies?
Let's talk some more when we get inside

The sound system
Was playing real loud
The rhythms were hard, the message was proud
Oh how we danced
Till it turned bad
Because my drink; it slipped out of my hand

But then a bouncer pulled me aside
And before I could apologise
He said something about a joke
That I'd made at the door
I hadn't wished to offend him
But that search was something more

I overhead them
One night in a pub
They talked about the fun they dad working in the clubs

Oh and the tales
Made my hair stand on end
What type of man would employ these three men?
Check it, check it

Well, out of the dark there now stared
Six unblinking eyes
Which followed me everywhere
I shan't relax tonight
But what's worrying me the most
Is how the hell I get outside without bumping into them

They said:
You can drink if you want, pal
You can drink if you like
But don't step out of line 'cos your life is in our hands