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 p*ss he's here
Can't watch TV he's here
He'll f*cking 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