Party, Party, Party...

It took the changing of the guard

For Itchy to see

Black King went down hard

Nothing to do with me

Laying low, see what goes down

Tied to a chair, sitting slumped

Found this clown, hanging around

Our patch of turf, now you been jumped

Call goes out, be here tonight and see

The man who got King of the Park

Mystery man, was it for free?

Gonna have your sentence done, right after dark

Killer plots, lays away plans

He waits quietly, says not a word

Interlaced fingers, folded hands

Looking as though he hasn't heard

The den of thieves fills up

All eyes find the subject, tense and tight

From overfilled emotions cup...

Show this one here... tonight!

The court is set, weapons are put aside

Chaired victim sworn at, not in

Truced clubs, rules must abide

All want the favoring

The figure remains real quiet now

Nothing to say? Hey you!

I just want to know...How did you do it. How?

You're just an ordinary dude!

Crowded 'round, faced with indignation

Spittle sprays, and curses flow

This guy, don't take intimidation

Like he got no nerves...Ya know?

Frenzy working, they push and hit cheap

Eager to get their punches in

The chair collapses, in a heap

Now Killer's got a grin!

A throat in each hand, he rises up

Slams heads together like cracking eggs

Breaks this one's spine, little pup!

Now he's got no legs

Pop, pop, pop...Killer feels a stinging

Somebody cheated, no honor amongst these thieves

Killer puts the weapons box down, and he's softly singing

I think it's Bringing in the Sheep?

He picks up a beautiful inlaid knife

And slashes once or twice

Leaves it sticking out, all slippery with life

Contrast of dark and steamy blood... oh so very nice

Get Him! Sheer weight of numbers take him down

What the hell? He reaches for the stereo

He shrugs them off as he searches with a frown

He needs music! Hot rock and Roll, to make this whole thing go

ZZ Top, She Got Legs! Now he can carry on

The pool-cue thrust at him, gets turned aside

Faced with the cool manner of this mother-son

He rips the hair from his damned, jerking hide

Screams slice the the room, as Killer goes to work

He's having so much fun!

They keep coming, frustrated and beserk

Watch out for that gun!

Teeth aren't meant to be eaten

I think it will make you sick

He broke the elbow, hard to use it now for beatin'

Swallow the gun! Now that's a real trick!

Hey! Turn that up, White Wedding... good tune for killing

Don't back off now, com'on boys we're just gettin' started

I think you're losing heart... don't be chilling

Ripped guts and intestines, smells like someone farted

There are a few... sense this is the end

Don't make me chase you

Don't want to make me mad, my friend

One more and then down to two

Hey, here is your shotgun, I want to have a party

Where are those big balls you had?

You scream so nice, and hearty

Oooh...Are those your nads?

Well, hanging out together, has really been such fun

The two of you might clean up, wash your face and hands

Killer's gotta run.

The hour-glass has run out of sand