| Jimmy jack, flash smash
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| Broken bottle, broken crash
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| Shooting rotten, rotten hash
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| Drinking bottles, what an arse up
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| What a slip up, shouting flipping
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| Screamers, laughers, trippers tripping
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| Now my grasp on reality’s slipping
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| My straight-jacket ain’t fitting
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| Glass smash jack is having a bash
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| See me now I have the mark
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| See me glowing in the dark
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| Play at night in the park
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| Balls and razors, what a lark
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| Knives and guns, guns are fun
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| I’m on the run from falling over
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| Over-dosed on four-leaf clover
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| A drink with byte I’ll call it rover
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| Glass smash jack wants you
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| Everybody wants you
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| Wants your co-operation
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| Jack smash has a mission
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| He is in a delicate position
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| For the performance of his ploy
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| To do and then destroy
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| Preferably with a hat
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| It’s quite a trip to hell and back
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| And rather warm when you’re in to bat
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| And it’s really isn’t cricket
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| Glass smash jack wants you… Etc
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| Mischiefs done no turning back
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| You’re on your own now jimmy jack
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| And all those memories that you bring
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| From childhood to the power thing
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| Don’t they haunt you
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| Don’t cry
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| And don’t you hate
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| And don’t you wish
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| It wasn’t too late |