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 f**king 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
