Old Jack was a millionaire
And a lot of good it did him
He died of an overdose
Just like a one I know
So maybe when you get a lot
You've got a lot of nothing
Maybe he can tell us but
You can’t talk to him
Somethings (I can't get used to)
By the time I got home
You were gone already
It makes me a little bit nervous
You'll see him in vest beneath me
And I’ve gone tied my hands
And no time to lose
Whenever I make a plan
Nothing turns out the way it's supposed to
Somethings (I can't get used to)
Oh my but he got a chill
It was on Christmas Eve
Should've been a fine day but
It was not meant to be
Or maybe he wanted it that way
That's the only thing she could think of
And when I turned him over
He was dead as he could be
Somethings (I can't get used to)