Songs of a Synsuous Nature #3 - Crazy Jack

09/18/2012 10:11

I sing a tale of Jack,
Whom I'm sure you know well.
A fiery place below, is where he now dwells.

His wife and his daughter
Paid a rather steep fee.
As he ran through town on a killing spree.

He took out the barber
And the mayor's wife,
Who had never harmed a soul her entire life.

Next went the blacksmith
And a farmer's son.
He laughed maniacally at what he had done.

The town square now echoes
With a mournful knell.
And the scorching flames beneath serve Crazy Jack well.