Falling Jack

I can feel the world on my back

I can feel the world on my back

like thorns and tacks

sliding down rivers of old magazine racks

I can feel the world on my back

spiking my mind

feeling like Jack crown cracked

Still the bloody world on my back

Beating out the syllables of my speech

Something that comes from beneath

Twisted and black

Breaking the world on my back

Poor Jack thorned and tacked

Broken man how twisted

how sad

You’ve lost your head

and can’t get it back

There goes Jack with the world on his back

Tumbling down, the talk of the town

poor Jack crown Cracked

Screaming and Twisted

Of the Broken Black

I Think I am feeling Like Jack

Mind clouded with the World on my Back
Hard to keep Track