LYRICS=
He jumped over the candlestick.
He was nimble, he was quick,
and then he stepped on his own dick
cause... that’s the way the story goes
He’s that Jack of many trades.
The hand that gestures in charades.
Sometimes he jumps out of a box.
Part of his charm is in the shocks.
Chasing rainbows in the gutter,
you will make that candle sputter
It’s much too little, much too late,
and happens when you can’t think straight
Too short a life in a too fast lane
for those who shouldn’t drive,
and it should come as no surprise
when you don’t get out alive.
Then the vice turns on your ass
cause you can’t outrun The Past
can you, Jack...... my lad?
The tighter that you wind it up
the harder it becomes
to explain the laws of motion
when they’re sitting on their thumbs
Flames inside a vacuum tube
are just a risk you take,
another kind of crash and burn
for people on the make,
but I can understand.
You don’t think it’s all that bad,
do you...
Jack...... my lad?
When the dogs are howling
It’s how primal nature calls,
and cats will howl because it hurts
when the barbs dig in the walls.
We all process different pain
because our tastes are not the same
Some things are far too wild
and some are far too tame,
but...
nothing really makes you sad,
ain’t it true, Jack...... my Lad?
Oh, sometimes when the wind is right
and you’ve kept people up all night,
afraid the promises you keep,
will all occur when they’re asleep.
You likely see a little ways
into the future of your days,
and then you know the time will come
when you hear,
Hey! My Jack...... You’re done!
and no one’s going to go your bail
This is another kind of jail
This is another kind of shit,
and no one’s got a name for it
I know you think you’re pretty rad
But there’s no surf for,
Jack...... the Lad
There’s only darkness waiting now
It’s all your muses would allow
You don’t work that well with light.
It interferes with feral sight.
It’s what they have in Israel,
tracking money by the smell.
You’re happy hiding in the stys.
You get to pull the wings from flies,
and you can hear the creatures scream
That’s the soundtrack of your dream
Nobody understands... it’s true
The things you think and say and do
This kind of evil’s not a fad
It’s what makes you,
Jack..... the lad
Oh Jack! All of it was long ago...
you said we’d be the first to know
if the strategy went well
when you stormed the gates of Hell
You said that you would see me there
I don’t know why you thought I’d go
It’s not my cup of tea;
you know?
You’re the one for grief and sorrow
I’m for better days tomorrow
You told me hope was just a lie,
and nothing happens when we die
I didn’t want to make you mad,
so I said nothing,
Jack...... my lad
I hope you like the company
I hope you like the view
I hope you like the bed you made
I’ve had enough of you, my Jack
I’ve had enough of you
I can’t hear a word you say.
I’ve had enough of you.
Oh Jack!
I’ve had enough of you
