Lyrics:
BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET ALL CALLS
(ALL CALLS)
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALL FOH
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALLLL FOH
BACK
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what's taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
[CHORUS]
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name of
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name
the party now and no one had a say in the matter
But sometimes even still, I wish that I was killed by my prenatal anxiety to enter this stupid world
So
for distraction
You won't see me
Not living by the ocean
You won't see me
Faking the potion
You won't see me
Pointing at no caption
You won't see me
the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by
walk the path our fathers walked
Live by the clocks our mothers watched
When she stayed up to wait for you
Blue on grey
Grey on blue
Get out
Yeah went through all those schemes and bars
Barely had prospects
He had no car
And was always being stopped by policemen
This Jack Boy
While he didn't
(The joke's on you, Jack ) --> L.L. Cool J
(Ha-ha-ha)
[ VERSE 1: Kid Capri ]
Oh you (you) started somethin new
Sorry, that is somethin that you're
there from everywhere attracted by the sound
At the first Fleadh Ceoil in Europe, and Joxer passed the flagon round.
But the session it ended when
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
Jack was nimble
Jack, he was quick
Jack could jump right over the candle stick
Now he's gone and I'm burning
All alone
Yeah he's gone and I'm
the middle path, middle class life, the boy on the edge of a sharp fokken knife
(Make way for Jack Parow) Who's got the last laugh
(Make way for Jack Parow)
to the party too (yeah)
Bitch don't even try me, you're looking tough (ha)
I'm on that greasy, I'm on that cheap trick
Got that ACDC up in the speakers
Rock
shit to make you dance
And what you get is the best damn thing
To happen to this country since the moon landing
Since Tommy got dubbed by Eli Manning
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
muscles
When your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead!
You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When you
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you're
life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead
You been always kickin'
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken
goes it's cos he had a square bum.
Well I'm telling you, that's not absolutely true
He was told to sit there by his teacher.
Jack's crime was this, he
arms locked with a suave buccaneer
Jack's breaking heart could be heard 'cross the south
All the way down to Atlanta
Fueled by a rage he struck them
Master Jack
You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them look
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