Hey Jack - The Tiger Lillies

Well

Did he cut your throat with a razor?

Did he put an ice pick in your neck?

Will it be on the police records

Open to be checked?

Oh Jack (x4)

So when you pick him up from the street

Sunk to the very lowest branch of your profession, so to speak

Going back to where you started to

Take him to our shabby, dank, dark room to screw

Oh hey Jack (x4)

Did he open up her body, from your arteries did the blood pour?

Did the police really give a shit?

Well you were just another whore

Oh hey Jack

Were you sexually excited to kill a whore?

Or was it for God performed as a chore?

Oh Jack (x2)

As you looked at her dead body and over her you came

So even in your death throes, the man is shamed

Hey Jack (x2)

Oh Jack (x2)

And you feel he is the dark angel

And you feel joy and release

That your miserable existence is coming to an end

And you love him like no other man

So, little bird, you’re a victim of the beast’s lust

Lust it killed you as into you his thrust

Hey Jack

Oh hey Jack

Hey Jack

Hey Jack