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Posted by jonny (24.147.227.36) on April 07, 2000 at 20:14:53:

In Reply to: Only With Oregano (nt) posted by Jack on April 07, 2000 at 18:32:05:

meet jack the bastard
he's born without a face
he breeds disaster
everywhere he stays
searching for his marker
which he may never find
his momma was a shaker
with a sweet, heart shaped behind
he just goes anyway the wind blows
(he doesnt know the way)
it doesnt matter which way the wheels roll
(he doesnt know the way)
meet jack the bastard
hes a man MAD
hes another atilla the hun
someone pissed in his wheaties
no picnic for the father and son
searching for gold in a coal mine
just turns your fingers black
from seattle to the caroline's
with a dead monkey on your back
he's a son of a bitch
he's bruised and hes pissed, he's alone
oh no,oh no no meet jack the bastard

dont blame me jack----its a song
meet jack the bastard,,,,,,by faster pussycat


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