Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever
Gonna get him back
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Never says a word
Hope he hasn't died
Something's up with Jack
Is he smoking crack
The cocaine's buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be, I cannot tell
There are so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it and then at last
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here I'm not quite getting
The more I smoke I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean
What the f*ck does it mean
In these little plastic bags
A secret's waiting in the crack
These dolls and toys confuse me so
Confound it all, oh f*ck it though
Simple powder nothing more
But something's hidden through the door
Though I do not have the key
Something's there I cannot see it
What does it mean
What the f*ck does it mean
What the f*ck does it mean
Hmm
I've smoked this Christmas crack so many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know just how to chop it all by heart
My skull's so high it's tearing me apart
As often as I've smoked this something's wrong
So hard to put my f*cking finger on
Or perhaps it's really not as deep
As I've been led to think
Am I tripping much too hard
Of course I've been too high to see
The answer's right in front of me
Right in front of me
It's simple really, very clear
Like white smoke drifting through the air
Invisible but everywhere
Just because I cannot see it
Doesn't mean I can't believe it
You know I think this cocaine thing
Is not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the fun
It should belong to anyone
Not anyone in fact, but me
I could make a cocaine tree
And there's no reason I can find
Not to deal it at Christmas time
I bet I could improve it too
And that's exactly what I'll do
Eureka I've got it
This year Christmas will be mine