Jack The Bastard

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