Holy Hack Jack

He got a sheath made of plastic

Grabs it over his head

Forty gallons of petrol

Gonna burn you all dead

A .45 strapped to his side

A machete in his hand

What's the name? 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

A knife strapped to his thigh

Bombs and blades, hand grenades

Somebody's gonna die

Cassocks and the robes and the leather chaps

Covered by a plastic mac

He's sick, he's insane

Holy Hack Jack's at it again

Sick sick, sick sick

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

He's sick, he's insane

Holy Hack Jack's at it again

Sick sick, sick sick

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