Lyrics:

He got a sheath made of plastic
Grabs it over his head
Forty gallons of petrol
Gonna burn you all dead
A .45 strapped to his side
A machete in his hand
What's the name? What's the game?
Holy Hack Jack's the man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He hobbles along on a busted knee
A knife strapped to his thigh
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
Somebody's gonna die
Cassocks and the robes and the leather chaps
Covered by a plastic mac
He's sick, he's insane
Holy Hack Jack's at it again
Sick sick, sick sick
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He hobbles along on a busted knee
A knife strapped to his thigh
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
Somebody's gonna die

Clapped-out buggy down darkened streets
Likes to kill whoever he meets
He's sick, he's insane
Holy Hack Jack's at it again
Sick sick, sick sick
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
Sick sick, sick sick