Texty: Motley Crue. Uncle Jack.

Are you ready for suicide?
Let me run a razor cross your throat
You took that child on ride now
Led them down a long and shameful road

It rips my heart out to see you living
You gave them money in exchange for pain
You're the monster in the closet
They'll take your secrets with them to their grave

Locked you away behind cast iron doors
I'd rather see you dead on the floor
I hope that you're feeling so much pain now

Uncle Jack, can you hear them still screaming?
Broken hearts, broken dreams, yeah
Uncle Jack is your evil still creepin'?
Never comin' back here again
Come back here, again

What were you thinking? Are you human?
You took their innocence and made them slaves
You want forgiveness, you're so sorry
I'd rather put you in an unmarked grave

Locked you away behind cast iron doors
I'd rather see you dead on the floor
I hope that you're feeling so much pain now

Uncle Jack, can't you see them still bleeding?
Broken hearts, broken dreams, yeah
Uncle Jack, tell me how are you sleepin'?
Never comin' back here again, again

[Incomprehensible]

Uncle Jack, can you hear them still screaming?
Broken hearts, broken dreams, yeah
Uncle Jack, is your evil still creepin'?

[Incomprehensible]