Get out and remember you're a fine friend, the stage was loving you as well

Some man thought you were a nice man, some man they wished you straight to hell



Jackal is back and I know he will digging the bones up when I'm dead

Jackal is back and I know he will digging the bones up when I'm dead



Sweet holy talking on the side, man, we moan the things that came along

I never thought of sending postcards, you never thought of coming home



Jackal is back and I know he will digging the bones up when I'm dead

Jackal is back and I know he will digging the bones up when I'm dead



I know the world is sending cheese and flowers on a chain

We've got a big fat mommy does the cooking and his man celebrates



Jackal is back and I know he will digging the bones up when I'm dead

Jackal is back and I know he will digging the bones up when I'm dead

Jackal is back and I know he will digging the bones up when I'm dead



Such a fine friend, Jackal was