Loudspeaker: Repo Man! Repo Man!

Graverobber: Out from the night from the mist steps a figure
No one really knows his name for sure
He stands at six foot six, head and shoulders,
Pray he never comes knocking at your door
Say that you once bought a heart or new corneas,
But somehow never managed to square away your debts
He won't bother to write or to phone you
He'll just rip your still-beating heart from your chest!

Loudspeaker: Repo Man! Repo Man!

Graverobber: Now you could run You could hide You could try to!
But he always has a way of finding you
He will come at your weakest hour
When no one is around who might rescue you!

Loudspeaker: Repo Man! Repo Man!

Graverobber: And none of us, are free from this horror
For many years ago we all fell in debt
New body parts were need, to perfect our image
And until our debts are clear, we will live in fear! Of the

Loudspeaker: Repo Man! Repo Man! Repo Man! Repo Man!