| The Ripper they’ve called me
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| Open the paper, I am on every page you will see
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| It is I who pulls the strings
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| Who makes them scream
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| I am the denizen who lurks after dark
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| Carving the flesh of those who would wear the mark of the whore
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| Fear the leather apron’s scorn
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| Each night reborn
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| Terrorize these foggy London streets
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| Lock your doors and hide
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| When the gas lamps come to life
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| They’re where I’ll creep
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| They never hear my footsteps approaching
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| Their whorish existences my knife is encroaching upon
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| Public anticipation is growing
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| For when and where ol' Jackie will strike
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| Victimize and ravage lady fair
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| With my knife they must comply
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| For she who’d sell her flesh
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| I’m looming near
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| A shroud of mania surrounds
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| Becoming stronger with their fear
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| Their fear
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| Terrorize these foggy London streets
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| Lock your doors and hide
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| In the darkest alleyways, they’re where I’ll be
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| Victimize and ravage lady fair
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| With my knife they must comply
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| The women of the night
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| Who are fools to dare
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| I know what you are
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| And you’ll soon know me
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| Stripping your skin
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| I feel complete |