Pain - The Man Upstairs Lyrics
On the wedding anniversaryOf the JohnsonsThey went out on a date.Little Jimmy had strict ordersTo be in bed, to be in bed by eight.But little Jimmy knew theyd be late,And he liked TV, he thought it was greatHes not aloneTurning channels, Jimmy falteredAfter hearing what he thought might have beenCreepy chuckles, scary breathing,And the sounds of metal s-s-s-s-scraping on wood.Hired by the Johnsons that dayHes professionalAnd likes things his wayOr not at allHes for hireThe man upstairsHell take care of you.Jimmy grabbed the phone receiver,Called the fuzz upWhile he peed in his pantsDown the staircaseIn the next roomHere he comes, kid,Hatchet clutched in his hands.Jimmy trembled and crept through the darkInto the kitchenWhere all the knives areHes not aloneHere comes the manHes for hireThe man upstairsHell take care of you.Cant trust Mom, cant trust Dad,What do you do when your folks go bad?The man upstairs watched in terrorAs Jimmy with a knife came flying through the airRed light, blue light, cops burst inThey put a bunch of guns into their hands and thenThe cops said Freeze! You better stop now!You better stop now or youre gonna be dead, yeah.And they pumped little Jimmy full of leadCause they thought he was crazy in the headAnd after that they heard a voice that said:Im the man upstairs, Im the man upstairs.Hes the man upstairs, hes the man, hes the man upstairs.
