You wake up in the morning
Have tea that tastes appalling
You sit down for a plan
And get trapped by little man
You say, what the hell, get off of me!
Please, you're sitting on me, let me free!
But the man has a plan, involving a van
And little do you know it's already began!
He's tied you up, dragging you now
Then you're in the van and you don't know how
He takes you to his house, attacks you with an axe
Takes off your ears, adds a bit more, you have two backs!
You want him to stop, then he goes to bed
What do you care though? You're dead!