| A man is searching for a girl to get him through the night
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| And with a smile he gets a lady for he knows his price is right
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| Off they go into an alley it’s just around the bend
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| But one’s not coming back for the Ripper’s loose again
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| Deep does cut the knife into another lady’s life
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| For a man is killing off the corner whores
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| And with a steady hand he creeps around the land
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| This slashing fiend does bring a scene of gore
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| From top down to the bottom his victims feel the knife
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| For with precision and great care they have been cut
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| The horror of their faces are now stuck in scenes of fright
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| From the brutal acts committed on these sluts
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| Lunatic, you are just a maniac
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| Lunatic, on thoughts you do react
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| Lunatic, death is your domain
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| Lunatic, you’re the man with rotten brains
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| He seems to be invisible and blends into the crowd
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| While setting sights on all there is to see
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| While he lurks around the shadows he doesn’t find suspicion
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| For he shows no guilt and brings no mystery
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| With a look of class and money he always fits the role
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| And has no problem locking down his deadly fix
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| To the ladies he’s a charmer a gentlman in lust
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| That will pay them nicely for their dirty tricks
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| For weeks the kills continue and still no sign of guilt
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| As he keeps on killing with a touch of ease
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| The town is drenched in murder whil the whores are drenched in blood
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| And London has no clue, who is this beast?
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| In time the killings ended but the case was never solved
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| And the curios they never went away
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| But no one was ever named for the crimes of Jack the Ripper
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| It’s a mystery that’s lasting till this very day |