Jack - Intellectual

[Instrumental]

Never born the King, just a Jack, no lover

Dirt of the world but I'd never want another

Kinda like it down here where the sky's never clear

The people all leer at the goals that are near

Grinning at the ground from ear to ear

Tell me when to run when the coast's all clear

Never on the straight without wanting to veer

Devil in the back always wanting to steer

And if you ever tell me that I'm never one to prance

Well, let me tell you, son, that you never stood a chance

In world that'll kill you without a second glance

I'm a lover-less Jack and I don't wanna dance

Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!

Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!