Lyrics
Demons strike a pose in his sleep
His stays up late watching MTV
Afraid of the visions slumber might bring
He spends his days in psychedelic suburbia
He's all alone, no, he won't say a word to ya'
His alone
In his dome
In his zone
He's a Jack Knife
Cutting at, cutting at
The wind
Wearing black to hide the green
A child's eyes, he squints to make 'em look mean
When they tease him, oh, he screams, he shouts
Holes in sleeves, stains that won't come out
His Daddy told him, "boy, you gotta be tuff!"
Poor man's life, goddamn it's so rough
He don't listen to what nobody say
He take the pills to make it all okay
He's a Jack Knife
Cutting at, cutting at
The wind
Tired of waiting, going to take his turn
Hard truth is all he ever learned
His mother watches on with fear and concern
He's gotta match he's going watch the world burn
He's the American Boy you know
He's the American Boy
He's a Jack Knife
Cutting at, cutting at
The wind
He's a Jack Knife