MR. JACK
Hey Mr. Jack,
Is that the mouthwash in your eyes,
Hey Mr. Jack,
Is that the cause of your surprise,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car.
In the car,
On the side of the freeway in the.
Hey Mr. Jack,
Is that the trick of your disguise,
Hey Mr. Jack,
Is that the cause of your demise,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car,
Hey where you at,
On the side of the freeway in the car.
In the car,
On the side of the freeway in the car,
In the car,
On the side of the freeway in the.
The car.
Seven a.m. morning, came to take us away,
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads,
Seven a.m. morning, came to take us away,
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads.
At our, at our heads.
Your prospect of living gone,
You ran the light at dawn,
Protectors on your back,
Lights are on their track.
You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me,
You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me.
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Fuck you pig,
Fuck you pig,
Fuck you pig,
Fuck you pig,
Put your hands up, get out of the car.
Lyrics by: Tankian, Malakian
Music by: Malakian, Tankian
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