Little Man
Your time is up little manâ"š¬
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
Heâ"š¬â"ž¢ll fucking bash your precious little head, Little Man
Heâ"š¬â"ž¢s beating you with his club
Heâ"š¬â"ž¢s stabbing red hot pain into your thigh, Little man