Songtexte: Fall. Fiery Jack.

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