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On the wedding anniversary Of the Johnson’s 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 they’d be late, And he liked TV, he thought it was great… He’s 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 Johnson’s that day He’s professional And likes things his way Or not at all… He’s for hire The man upstairs He’ll 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… He’s not alone… Here comes the man…
He’s for hire The man upstairs He’ll take care of you.
Can’t trust Mom, can’t 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 you’re 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: “I’m the man upstairs, I’m the man upstairs.� He’s the man upstairs, he’s the man, he’s the man upstairs.
