[Intro – Metallic clicking, low distorted bass, whispered laughter] [Verse 1] Snide little bitch, Never clear with what you say, When you start to get that itch, Someone gonna catch a stray... Bullet. Don't pull it. Preachin' like a deacon, screaming from the pulpit, when Jack starts to talk you know hes the culprit [Pre-Chorus] Don't fight, Don't talk back, Cause'you don't know! You don't know Jack YOU DONT KNOW JACK! [Chorus – Explosive, shouted] JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! JUST ONE FLICK WILL DO THE TRICK! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! GONNA CUT YA, GONNA GUT YA! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIGE, BABY! [Verse 2 – Faster, nastier delivery] Little, cocky sideways grin, Little poison in your praise, Let the fucking games begin, in a hundred different ways. Twist it! Twist it! Take a little truth, rearrange it till they missed it! Smile when they start to cry, Tell 'em they can't trust their pwn Look 'em right between the eyes, sharpen Jack knife on the stone [Pre-Chorus] Don't fight, Don't talk back, Cause'you don't know! You don't know Jack YOU DONT KNOW JACK! [Chorus] JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! JUST ONE FLICK WILL DO THE TRICK! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! GONNA CUT YA, GONNA GUT YA! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIGE, BABY! [Verse 3 – Slower, sinister, intimate] Skin you like a deer, Hang your hide out in the sun, Make you choke upon your fear, Tell you that it's all in fun. Slice away your pride, Cut the things you love the most, Leave you hollowed out inside, Make a trophy of your ghost. [Breakdown – Whispered, close microphone] He knows where it hurts, He knows where to dig, Makes the smallest little cut, Then he makes it big. [Bridge – Relentless, escalating] Every sorry has a sting, Every compliment's a trap, Every word's another swing, Every smile's another slap! You can scream, you can shout, You can tell him what you heard, He'll just turn it inside out, HE ALWAYS GETS THE LAST WORD! [Final Pre-Chorus – Whisper building to scream] Don't fight, Don't talk back, Cause'you don't know! You don't know Jack! You don't know Jack! YOU DON'T KNOW JACK! [Final Chorus – Full instrumental assault] JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! JUST ONE FLICK WILL DO THE TRICK! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! GONNA CUT YA, GONNA GUT YA! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIFE! JACK KNIGE, BABY! [Outro – Instruments drop out, slow metallic clicking] He'll tell you that he loves you, He'll tell you that he cares, He'll cut you into pieces, Then complain about repairs. [Long silence] [Single whispered voice] One last thing... [Sharp metallic SNAP] JACK!
