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