Letra de Holy hack jack

He got a sheath made of plastic
Grabs it over his head
Fourty gallons of petrol
Gonna burn you all dead

A forty-five strapped to his side
A machete in his hand
Whats the name whats the game
Holy hack jack´s the man

He´s a sick sick, sick gone mother
He´s a sick sick, sick gone man
He´s a sick sick, sick gone mother
He´s a sick sick, sick gone man
He hobbles along on a busted knee
Knife strapped to his thigh
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
Somebody´s gonna die

With his cassocks an´ his robes and his leather chaps
Covered by a plastic mack
He´s sick he´s insane
Holy hack jack´s at it again
Sick sick, sick sick

He´s a sick sick, sick gone mother
He´s a sick sick, sick gone man
He´s a sick sick, sick gone mother
He´s a sick sick, sick gone man
He hobbles along on a busted knee
Knife strapped to his thigh
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
Somebody´s gonna die

Clapped out buggy down darkened streets
Likes to kill whoever he meets
He´s sick he´s insane
Holy hack jack´s at it again
Sick sick, sick sick

He´s a sick sick, sick gone mother
He´s a sick sick, sick gone man
He´s a sick sick, sick gone mother
He´s a sick sick, sick gone man
Sick sick, sick sick