Текст песни Hey Jack - The Tiger Lillies

Well, did he cut your throat with a razor?
Did he put an icepick in your neck?
Will it be on the police records
Open to be checked?

So, when you pick him up from the street
Sunk to the very lowest branch of your profession, so to speak
Going back to where you started
Take him to your shabby dark room to screw

Oh did you open up the body?
And from the arteries did the blood pour?
Did the police really give a shit?
Well, you were just another whore

Were you sexually excited to kill a whore?
Or was it for God, Jack, that you, you performed the job?

And as you looked at the dead body
And over her you came
So even in your death rows
The man you shamed

And you feel here's the dark angel
And you feel joy
And release that your miserable existence is coming to an end
And you loved him like no other man
So, little bird, you're a victim of the beast's lust
Lust, it killed you
'Cause into you he thrust
Hey, Jack