Midnight up on Derse is always pretty much the same Babysitting children as they play their pointless game Cramped up in my cubicle, cursing on a star I've grown callous in the palace where they call me Jack Noir
Empty propaganda makes imaginations roam Insufferable monarchs drive my lust for vengeance home Mindless henchmen ought to find a better place to spar No graveyard stuffer's rougher than Archagent Jack Noir
My Queen, if only you'd forseen the dull routine that caught me in between and made me keen to intervene like an obscene freakin' war machine These clothes I loathe have made my mind unclean Your preening's demeaning me
Some guys get the power, and some are left with none Some stare down the barrel of the puppet master's gun As for me I can't believe I let it get this far They'll regret they ever met the heart of black The stab in the back Of Sovereign Jack Noir!