Holy Hack Jack (Live, The Klub Foot, Hammersmith, 13 March 1987)

歌詞

He got a sheath made of plastic grabs it over his head forty gallons of petrol Gonna burn you all dead. A forty-five strapped to his side A machete in his hand What's the name. What's the game. Holy Hack Jack's the man. He's a sick sick, sick gone mother He's a sick sick, sick gone man He's a sick sick, sick gone mother He's a sick sick, sick gone man He hobbles along on a busted knee Knife strapped to his thigh. Bombs and blades, hand grenades Somebody's gonna die With his cassocks an' his robes and his leather chaps covered by a plastic mack He's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again. Sick sick, sick sick Chorus Clapped out buggy down darkened streets likes to kill whoever he meets He's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again. Sick sick, sick sick He's a sick sick, sick gone mother He's a sick sick, sick gone man He's a sick sick, sick gone mother He's a sick sick, sick gone man Sick sick, sick sick