Your time is up little man…

There's a man running up your streets

From his belt hangs dead parakeets

He holds that big old club real tight

He holds a wrench and a very sharp knife

Your time is up little man

Down, down, down with the club

Drown, drown, drown in your blood

Can't take a piss he's here

Can't watch TV he's here

He'll fucking bash your precious little head, Little Man

He's beating you with his club

He's stabbing red hot pain into your thigh, Little man