| Well, He creeps through the alley like a jungle cat
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| In a dirty black cape and an old top hat
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| From the rooftops, he watches the street
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| You better pray to god that you don’t meet
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| That creepy old man so watch your back
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| For that mean motherfucker named Springheeled Jack
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| Well, he spits hellfire and poison gas
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| 'Cause he eats dead pigeons and sewer rats
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| He leaps tall buildings in a single bound
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| One look and he’ll put you underground
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| Yeah, you never know when he will attack
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| 'Cause he’s a mean motherfucker named Springheeled Jack
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| If he knocks upon your door
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| For the love of god, don’t let him in
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| He’ll tear you up, he’ll tear you out
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| And he’ll take you away…
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| You may say that it’s in the past
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| And that jumpin' killer ain’t comin' back
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| Well, you may be right, and you may be wrong
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| But I know he’s never really gone
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| Can’t you tell from the way I act
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| That I was born from the blood of Springheeled Jack? |