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My face is slack And the kidneys burn In the small of my back Will never learn Well, I'm not going back To the slow life 'Cause every step is a drag And peace is a kite Of materials you never catch Come up for a snatch Up from hell Once in a while 'Cause I am Jack From a burning ring My face is slack And I think, think, think I just think, think, think Too fast to write Too fast to work Just burn, burn, burn I sat and drank For three decades I'm forty-five 'Cause I am Jack From a burning ring And my face is slack And I think, think, think I just drink, drink, drink Too fast to write Too fast to work I just burn, burn, burn A store man from the slack They are smart, they are (Mod) Their brains are half, they never end Just follow trends But I am Jack From a burning ring And my face is slack And I think, think, think I just drink, drink, drink Too fast to write Too fast to work I just burn, burn, burn And put down left-wing tirades And the musical trades And all free trade I said eat this grenade 'Cause I am Jack From the burning ring My face is slack And I think, think, think Just think, think, think Too fast to work Too fast to write I just burn, burn, burn And put down left-wing tirades And the musical trades And all free trade I said eat this grenade I said, Doncaster, eat this grenade |