Jack

We got to stop telling Jack to hit the road
Hit anything
Call him home
Jack walks under the sun
Then returns the prodigal home
Jack's had his fruit jacked
Jacked into the electric grid
And had his rates jacked up!
Jack's stupid now pays road tax
But pot-holes left his tyre flat
Yet Jack has no jack to inflate
Inflation
Jack got used to that
Call the union Jack!

But union attacks retracted running half mast
Til Jack regains strength
To raise the Union Jack
And flag your story to the media
Amuse them Jack
Cos we love Mr Bean vibes here
And the limiting self doubt and fear
And right and wrong
I'm West Yorkshire William here
So I couldn't give a Jack shit
I choose it drastic
Always still peaceful
Will power Jack the crown and call Jack round
And cook him a feast full
Cos Jack's been hungry abandoned and angry
And Jack's someone's dad
So maybe call him around and make him a sandwich
Hashtag he too
Hashtag not all men
Go on Jack!
Stop pressing Jack on something
Pressing Jack's buttons
Spring time comes still Jack in a box
Jack's lost scared of insects
Hands throat tied
Can't even get out of the box even in death
So as next year rolls round
I'll focus on releasing both binds
I left the daughter's of peace
Cos Jack's the one we need to get behind
With his second hand jacket
Looking like a lumber Jack
With a bad back slumbered shoulders
Weight of the world on his shoulders
Get the kids over
And call Jack back!

We got to stop telling Jack to hit the road
Hit anything
Call him home
Jack walks under the sun
Then returns the prodigal home
Jack's had his fruit jacked jacked into the electric grid
And had his rates jacked up!
Jack's stupid now pays road tax but
Pot-holes left his tyre flat
Yet Jack has no jack to inflate
Inflation
Jack got used to that
Call the union Jack!

They could never see into the dream
Bare bright colours on a Dev-icecream
You can sing that flow til the cows come home
But it won't unite the scene
Cos they're happy when you flash that green
I'm 420 but not on screen
Cos Soul has a plan to burn Guy Fawkes with a crown on
Now watch my team
Big talk me no rate your your genes
King chat back with a conscious means
For too many years you're feeding this prison
With slop from top I drop beans
Chat 'bout chat but it's crap memes
With a strap forget that I got themes
Masks off bare faced rebels from up North
Man have come back for the creme

We got to stop telling Jack to hit the road
Hit anything
Call him home
Jack walks under the sun then returns the prodigal home
Jack's had his fruit jacked jacked into the electric grid
And had his rates Jacked up!
Jack's stupid now pays road tax but
Pot-holes left his tyres flat
Yet Jack has no jack to inflate
Inflation
Jack got used to that
Call the union Jack!



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Writer(s): William Forde
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