Songtext von 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 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