Meet Jack the bastard
He's born without a face
He breeds disaster
Everywhere he stays
Searching for his maker
Which he may never find
His mama was a Shaker
With a sweet, heart-shaped behind
Well, he just goes anyway the wind blows
He doesn't know the way
It doesn't matter which way the wheels roll
He doesn't know the way
Meet Jack the bastard
Oh no, oh no no
Meet Jack the bastard
He's a man MAD
He's another Atilla the Hun
Someone pissed in his Wheaties
No picnic for the father and son
Searching for gold in a coal mine
Just turns your fingers black
From Seattle to the Carolines
With a dead monkey on your back
Well, he just goes anyway the wind blows
He doesn't know the way
It doesn't matter which way the wheels roll
He doesn't know the way
Meet Jack the bastard
Oh no, oh no no
Meet Jack the bastard
He's a son of a bitch
And he's bruised and he's pissed
He's alone |
