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Date of issue: 23.08.2017
Song language: English
The Ripper |
Through fog-filled streets and alleys |
Where fantails walk the night |
A cloaked figure waits and watches |
From beyond the dim gas light |
What dark reason lies behind the veil |
And drives him on to kill |
These petticoats have no valuables |
There’s nothing for him to steal |
So why the senseless slaughter |
Of the ones they deem so low |
It’s certainly not for monetary gain |
So perhaps it’s what they know |
Dank air glistens on blackened tenement walls |
The hovels of the poor |
Where poverty is a way of life |
Behind every bolted door |
From such homes these wretches came |
And are forced to walk the streets |
To eke a living in its most basic form |
With every stranger that they meet |
So why the needless slaughter |
Of the ones they deem so low |
It can’t be for any other reason |
It must be what they know |
The need to exist will drive them out |
From behind their own locked doors |
To venture forth into the night |
To work the streets as whores |
For them there is no future |
No reason for them to be |
And the momentary glimpse of a flashing blade |
Is the lat thing they will see |
In death there needs to be some pride |
Even for those deemed so low |
Not lie disembowelled in a filthy street |
Just for what they know |
So who will be the scapegoat |
Who will take the blame |
When the compass and the setsquare |
Rears its head again |
Who will they use to hide the truth |
And avert the public’s gaze |
From the intrigue that in reality |
Lies behind the political maze |
Albert Victor’s name is whispered |
From behind the crumbling walls |
That the princes bastard offspring |
Will be the next to rule |
A Catholic heir in waiting |
First in line to the throne |
A situation that could not exist |
And couldn’t be condoned |
Was this the knowledge shared by the ones |
Who people deemed so low |
Perhaps this is what the secret is |
Perhaps this is what they know |
Does the ripper still exist today |
But in a different form |
To carry out the subversive acts |
To protect these royal born |
Who is it that hides behind the cloak |
This friend without a face |
And how many of his victims |
Will disappear without a trace |
How many more will meet the fate |
Of the ones they deem so low |
And how many more will have to die |
Because of what they know |
So who will be the scapegoat |
Who will take the blame |
When the compass and the setsquare |
Rears its head again |