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**ing 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