Jack The Bastard

Meet Jack the Bastard, he was 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
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)
Oh no, no no
Meet Jack the bastard
Oh no, oh no no
Meet Jack the bastard
He's a man M A D
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
Only turns your fingers black
From Seattle to the Caroline's
With a dead monkey on his back
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)
Oh no, no no
Meet Jack the bastard
Oh no, oh no no
Meet Jack the bastard
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
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)
Oh no, no no
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
Oh no, oh no no
Meet Jack the Bastard
Meet Jack the Bastard
he's a son of a bitch
And he's bruised and he's pissed, he's alone
Oh no, oh no no