On the wedding anniversary
Of the Johnsons they went out on a date
Little Jimmy had strict orders
To be in bed, to be in bed by eight
But little Jimmy he 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 Johnsons 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, yeah
Here comes the man
He's for hire
The man upstairs
He'll take care of
You
You can't trust Mom, you 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
They heard a voice that said
I'm the man upstairs, I'm the man, I'm the man upstairs
I'm the man upstairs, I'm the man, I'm the man upstairs
I'm the man, the man from upstairs
I'm the man, the man from upstairs
I'm the man, the man from upstairs
Whoa
I'm the man, the man from upstairs
I'm the man, the man from upstairs
I'm the man, the man from upstairs
Whoa, yeah...