Listen man, never mind who this is    We've got your wife    Yea, your better half, your partner in life    You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall    Her credit cards are in the trunk    We don't want that junk    We want the money, and we want it in cash    Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct tape    They're wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little face    So don't do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or we'll    Blow up her head       Listen man, we've got your son    Yea, your one and only heir    The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field    You'll get bis short pants by priority mail    We need sonne cash to finance our political aims    Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym    Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with duct tape    They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the constant snivelling    And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II    Blow up his head       We've got your daughter, that's right    Daddy's little girl, the light of your life    And all we want is every penny you've saved    Empty out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase    How do you know we've got her?    We'II send you her little pinkie    You can shove it up your ass and call it stinky    Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks    And only you have the power to make this stop    And if we don't get everything that we want, we'II    Blow up her head       Forget it man    We're coming after you    We have no political beliefs    We don't want your fucking money    There's just one thing that motivates us    We hate your fucking guts    There are ten sticks of dynamite waiting for you    They'll cover your eyes    They'll muffle your ears    They'll shut your fucking mouth    They'll    Blow up your head