JACK THE RIPPER

Jack the Ripper

As darkness falls on gaslit streets, the smog rolls through the air, damp air chokes the lungs, but whose that standing there

All in Black and Doctors bag in hand, the shadows hide his face, it's time for him to hunt you down, London is his place

Girls on every corner, for Tuppence they are yours, life was hard and they were cheap these sad old drunken whores

He'd just walk right up to them, they'd discuss and agree the price, they take him to a quiet street, he seemed so rich and nice

Once in the quiet place, from his bag he drew his knife, he was Jack the Ripper, now he wants your life

Slashing across her throat, her voice was all but gone, far away in the distance you could hear a Pianos song

He stares her in the eyes, the knife goes in so deep, fear and life runs from her face, as the blood begins to seep

Slash, stab, poke and cut, the Surgeon has his needs, pulling entrails from her, placing them on her knees

Cutting off her nipple, slashing her face and nose, she is dead but he's not done, he's ripping up her clothes

Stamping on the Bonnet, the one she brought for luck, she thought it made her pretty, she thought, she'd earn a fuck

But now she lies in tatters, her bodies left on show, to found by the next stranger, travelling past BUCKS ROW

Back in the shadows, the Ripper watches his next girl, where will he strike next, that's one thing we can't tell

So when the smog drops down again, and the gas lamps has been lit, there will be another, whose throat Jack's gonna slit

Ron Summers