By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of feet rumble the floor
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the fork
For now you have got some company


The fatmen are drawing nearer
On the mopeds they ride
They have come to take your knife
On through the dead of night
With the four fatmen ride
or choose your fate and die


You have been trying since the day
You were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of delivery rides
A dinner once the supper twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight for your knife


The fatmen are drawing nearer
On the mopeds they ride
They have come to take your knife
On through the dead of night
With the four fatmen ride
or choose your fate and die


Time
has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your ass
Famine
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence
For what you have had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death
Delivery for you for sure
There is nothing you can do


So gather round young warriors now
and get on your mopeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgment spoon down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat


The fatmen are drawing nearer
On the mopeds they ride
They have come to take your knife
On through the dead of night
With the four fatmen ride
or choose your fate and die