Jack Vigarista 2 (feat. KF)

Uselessly, we lie and suddenly in life
And in the lie, the short leg one day loses its life
And your life, the lie sooner or later
Will cost you

So here in front of you, reverent and involuntary
To avenge your money that was stolen one day
A consequent request to the man who never misses when killing

The search for this guy, a banker called him
Talked to him, said Hey Jack, do me a favor
And with the money offered
Not even Jack Mack Flack refused

He said
My good man, you have a great reputation
No one escapes your famous Ladies
And if there's someone who can find this scoundrel, it's you

And the night falls and Jack goes out to look
For the other Jack who even had luck in misfortune
And soon everyone in the city will hear
That these two Jacks were about to meet

Hey Jack, it's a pleasure, I'm the great trickster
Take it easy, don't get angry or raise your friend
And Jack, irritated with shock and fear, ready to shoot
And at every bar, every city, gambling house and corner
Jack shot and the vicar fled
And every night, day, night, whether night or day
Cornered and with no way out, the vicar saw himself

Uselessly, we lie and suddenly in life
And in the lie, the short leg one day loses its life
And this life, the lie sooner or later will cost you
And suddenly the brilliant mind of this vicar appears
Whose unfairly tarnished name is the most wanted
On his doorstep, the news of being hunted scares you

And the cornered Jack saw no other way out
While this gunman had him in his sights
And in the midst of the schemes, the vicar who prayed began to think
And Jack once again devised his vicar plans
Convinced Flack that one day he would find the culprit
But the fact is that he wouldn't find the culprit who robbed the bank

And so Jack set off with his infallible plan
Instead of doing the right thing, he would rob another bank
And with the money from that bank, he would return to the city to make amends

Hands up, it's a robbery, he shouted desperately
I'll take this money, you stay quiet
In the rush, the police and several shots at the bank began to roll

And Jack barely escapes and sighs in relief
His sigh soon chills when he sees the torn bag
And the money stored there, he realizes he left it behind, out of reach

Oh, poor Jack, it's really a shame
His plan almost worked, it was just a little short
And now, hey Jack, what are you going to do with Flack to get rid of him?

Hit the Road Jack don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more
Hit the Road Jack don't you come back no more

Hit the Road Jack don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more
Hit the Road Jack don't you come back no more
What do you say?