Mr.Jack

by Painless Sorrow   May 29, 2007


Oh Mr.Jack
Is that the mothwash for your lies?
Oh Mr.Jack
Is that the cause of your surprise?
Hey where you at?
On the side of the free way in the car?
Hey where you at?
Stop trying to be the star.
Terrorist in your mind
playing war films in your head.
Yeah thats the kind.
With all the bodies of the dead.
Oh Mr.Jack.
Why did you go and die?
Oh Mr.Jack.
Is that the reason why she cries?
Hey Mr.Jack.
They have your wife upstiars.
Hey Mr.Jack.
She's having an Affair.
Rape.
Rape.
Hey Mr.Jack.
Put the shotgun in your mouth.
Hey Mr.Jack.
Pull the trigger and die on the couch.

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