"The Ripper"
Lock the windows, bar all the doors.
Get your children out of sight.
The people flee the alleyways,
and secure themselves inside.
The Ripper stalks the cobblestone,
and makes the street his battlezone.
An angel from the depths of Hades,
with a wrist that's quick and strong.
The Ripper stalks the cobblestone,
and makes the street his battlezone.
Wise men quake and cross themselves,
and hear the dreadful sound.
The Ripper stalks the cobblestone,
and makes the street his battlezone.
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1978 music B.G.Matthews - words D.W.Gillison
London town is damp and cold.
A chilling fog sets in tonight.
A man alone is a man afraid.
When there's no place to hide.
When there's no place to hide.
Be quick to art and you won't feel,
his six-inch blade of stainless steel.
The bane of sultry fallen ladies.
To right all that is wrong.
To leave you dying in the mud,
to quench his thirst with victims' blood.
Ghastly wails and empty streets,
means Jack is back in town.
The Ripper walks the streets this eve,
with gravestones in his eyes.
A coffins' nail within his sleeve,
to welcome his new brides.
Be quick to art and you won't feel,
his six-inch blade of stainless steel,
to hew away your flesh and bone.
© 1978 brugama music