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 momma was a Shaker With a sweet heart, shaped behind
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 Attila the Hun Someone pissed in his Wheaties No picnic for the father and son Searching for gold in a coal mine Just turn your fingers black From Seattle to the Caroline's With a dead monkey on your back He's a son of a bitch He's bruised and he's pissed, he's alone Oh no, oh no no Meet Jack the bastard