Jack, You're Dead
King Crimson · Other Songs - King Crimson
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!
When a chick is smiling at you
Even though there's nothing said
If you stand there like a statue
Jack, you're dead!
You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man mose
When you get no kicks from loving
And you blow your top instead
It's a fact that you ain't living
Jack, you're dead!
If you just ain't got nobody
Since you've gone and lost your head
Rigor mortis has set in daddy
Jack, you're dead!
What's the use of having muscles
When your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead!
You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man mose
When you get no kicks from loving
And the news begins to spread
All the cats will holler, "murder!"
Jack, you're dead!
All the breaths leaked out of you
When your friends gather round the bed
And look at you and say, "um, um, um, don't he look natural"
When that happens to you, daddy
Jack, you're dead!
Jack, You're Dead
Jack, You're Dead stands as a pivotal moment in King Crimson's expansive discography, showcasing the band's signature blend of progressive rock and complex time signatures. Released during a period of intense experimentation, the track highlights the group's ability to weave intricate instrumental passages with powerful vocal delivery. The song reflects the band's evolving sound, moving away from traditional rock structures toward a more avant-garde approach that would define their later work. As part of their broader catalogue, it demonstrates the musical depth and technical precision that have made King Crimson a lasting influence on the genre. The recording captures the energy and innovation characteristic of the era, offering listeners a glimpse into the creative process that shaped one of rock music's most respected ensembles.