LAUGHING JACK

[Intro]
Half a pound of blood and guts
And half a can of diesel
Light his flesh and burn it up
"Pop!" goes the weasel
A penny for the children's head
A blood-soaked thread and needle
That's the way the murder goes
"Pop!" goes the weasel

[Chorus]
"Pop!" goes the weasel, I'ma stomp him in the fuckin' ground
Do you like the music? Where is Jack? You better look around
Lullaby of death, it's gettin' scary, askin' "What's that sound?"
Torture, kill, repeat, I'm not a friend, bitch, I'm a killer clown
I'm in your imagination, you can trust me, take my hand
Let's go deep inside the woods where they won't find you, no one can
Joyful laughter, children playin', that's the shit I can't stand
You ain't gonna live to ten, I'm gonna end your lifespan

[Verse]
Look up when you talk to me, I'm 'bouta squish you like a beetle
He neglected me, I put up with that shit and now I'm evil
I'ma keep you silent, I'ma stitch your mouth up with my needle
"Pop!" goes the weasel
Head-to-toe in black and white, I'm watchin' you all through the night
I'm inside your head and I'ma leave you straight up petrified
Tell your parents about me, they won't believe you, ain't that right?
Might as well submit to torture, don't even put up a fight
I'm a fuckin' lunatic, you see my smile? See my teeth?
Fangs in my mouth, great for eatin', great for chewin' children meat
Take him away from his family, leave him six feet underneath
Laughing at his funeral, I can't believe he trusted me
I'm so fuckin' crazy, I love to torture, I love to kill
Take you to the doctor and you're gonna need a few pills
Stomp my boots on top his stomach, can't wait 'til the blood spills
See me peekin' out, "Shh, shh," got some spine chills

[Bridge]
Stomp the weasel, on his head
One more time and he'll be dead
That's why all the children bled
Don't look underneath your bed
I'm inside your fucking nightmares
I'm lurking inside your head
I've been here giving the right scares
One more time and he'll be dead

[Chorus]
"Pop!" goes the weasel, I'ma stomp him in the fuckin' ground
Do you like the music? Where is Jack? You better look around
Lullaby of death, it's gettin' scary, askin' "What's that sound?"
Torture, kill, repeat, I'm not a friend, bitch, I'm a killer clown
I'm in your imagination, you can trust me, take my hand
Let's go deep inside the woods where they won't find you, no one can
Joyful laughter, children playin', that's the shit I can't stand
You ain't gonna live to ten, I'm gonna end your lifespan

[Outro]
Half a pound of blood and guts
And half a can of diesel
Light his flesh and burn it up
"Pop!" goes the weasel
A penny for the children's head
A blood-soaked thread and needle
That's the way the murder goes
"Pop!" goes the weasel