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He got a sheath made of plastic
Grabs it over his head
40 gallons of petrol
Gonna burn you all dead
A .45 strapped to his side
A machete in his hand
What's the name and 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 and 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, aw!
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
A knife strapped to his thigh
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
Somebody's gonna die
Clapped out buggy down darkened streets
Likes to kill whoever he meets now
He's sick, he's insane
Holy hack, Jack's at it again
Sick, sick, sick, sick, yeah
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