Lyrics The Ripper -

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