Mr. Jack

Mr. Jack
Hey Mr. Jack
Is that the mouthwash in your eyes?
Hey Mr. Jack
Is that the cause of your surprise?
Hey where you at?
On the side of the freeway in the car
Hey where you at?
On the side of the freeway in the car
In the car
On the side of the freeway in the

Hey Mr. Jack
Is that the trick of your disguise?
Hey Mr. Jack
Is that the cause of your demise?
Hey where you at?
On the side of the freeway in the car
Hey where you at?
On the side of the freeway in the car
On the side of the freeway in the car
In the car
On the side of the freeway in the car
Seven a.m. morning
Came to take us away
Little men
Big guns
Pointed at our heads
Seven a.m. morning
Came to take us away
Little men
Big guns
Pointed at our heads
At our
At our heads
Your prospect of living gone
You ran the light at dawn
Protectors on your back
Lights are on their track
You must now face authority
You're nothing like me
You must now face authority
You're nothing like me
Put your hands up
Get out of the car
Put your hands up
Get out of the car
Put your hands up
Get out of the car

Fuck you pig
Fuck you pig
Fuck you pig
Fuck you pig
Put your hands up
Get out of the car
Hey Mr. Jack, have you ever felt like the mouthwash is clouding your vision, masking the truth behind your eyes? Is it that that catches you off guard, leading to your surprise? Where are you now, parked on the side of the freeway in your car, lost in contemplation or perhaps in a moment of revelation?...