moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year It's the same routine And I grow so weary Of the sound of screams And I JACK..
[JACK] There are few who deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are rnowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel
-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack