On the wedding anniversary

Of the Johnsons

They went out on a date.

Little Jimmy had strict orders

To be in bed, to be in bed by eight.

But little Jimmy knew theyd be late,

And he liked TV, he thought it was great

Hes not alone

Turning channels, Jimmy faltered

After hearing what he thought might have been

Creepy chuckles, scary breathing,

And the sounds of metal s-s-s-s-scraping on wood.

Hired by the Johnsons that day

Hes professional

And likes things his way

Or not at all

Hes for hire

The man upstairs

Hell take care of you.



Jimmy grabbed the phone receiver,

Called the fuzz up

While he peed in his pants

Down the staircase

In the next room

Here he comes, kid,

Hatchet clutched in his hands.



Jimmy trembled and crept through the dark

Into the kitchen

Where all the knives are

Hes not alone

Here comes the man



Hes for hire

The man upstairs

Hell take care of you.



Cant trust Mom, cant trust Dad,

What do you do when your folks go bad?The man upstairs watched in terror

As Jimmy with a knife came flying through the air

Red light, blue light, cops burst in

They put a bunch of guns into their hands and then

The cops said Freeze! You better stop now!

You better stop now or youre gonna be dead, yeah.

And they pumped little Jimmy full of lead

Cause they thought he was crazy in the head

And after that they heard a voice that said:

Im the man upstairs, Im the man upstairs.

Hes the man upstairs, hes the man, hes the man upstairs.