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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 |