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Jack The Ripper
03:16
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Jack was the way they called me
Don't you know what it means
Let me jog your memory
About what happened in Whitechapel
There was a kind of terror in whorehouses
Which came back at midnight, every night
The next morning they found out a body torn to shreds
Say what you bloody well like, it was skimped
Ah, ah, ah
I'm not a surgeon
Even so I can do my job
I'm not a roadsweaper
I don't have to wash
I'm not a scrapdealer
These crimes recurred as often
As the whores got coned
Everytime only stayed their bones
The police made no headway and I didn't care
My name was on all lips in the city
Some witnesses claimed to have seen me prowling 'bout the streets
In a royal carriage of her Majesty
Nobody knew where it did come from
Anyway all roads lead to Rome
Ah, ah, ah
I'm not a surgeon
Even so I can do my job
I'm not a roadsweaper
I don't have to wash
One day I was fed up with it
And I denounced some guy to the Police
It made no doubt for them that he was their man
Pray for this poor fellow, he wallows in jail
Even so I can do my job
I don't have to wash
I'm not a scrapdealer
I'm just Jack The Ripper
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2. |
Ripperland
02:56
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Somewhere in the deepest Ripperland
Buried in the hollow of your hands
All the sprites a re coming back
When all the children begins to sleep tight
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the golden, nice den of Scarecrowl
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the delight dream
This story happened one winter night
In the holy kingdom of the Tawny cat
Everybody there was fond of him
Except his enemy the sickly Swift
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the golden, nice den of Scarecrowl
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the delight dream
If you take a look at this story
You may think the verses are too easy
Keep in mind a Scarecrowl hero is something to be
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the golden, nice den of Scarecrowl
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the delight dream
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Cry
02:54
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In the streets of illusions
In the streets of despair
In the streets of commotion
In the streets of pain
When the lights have disappeared
When you're ready to be feared
Now you can hear their heartbeats
They're not animals
Nor either Screech Owls
They're just some outlaws
Lost in the maze of the laws
And we all know they're crying
In so many other countries
And we all know they're dying
Cry your own life
Die on this lullaby
Could I tell you lies
No you're not so blind
Could I shut my mouth
Could I burn my mind
I won't let you misunderstood
As stupid as this story could be
Now it's time to remove your hood
Cry your own life
Die on this lullaby
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4. |
Lies Dealing
02:21
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Conversation with myself
But everyday spent is the same
Why everything is not like we want it ?
Payin' all the invoices
And running into another thing
I won't keep on playing dogs body
By dint of running, I feel dreadfully dizzy
For donkey's years, I've learnt how to think twice
I always get into a slanging match
When I'm stating the game's rules are not quite right
I can't stop wondering why they keep me in the dark
Ride me out
Of this town
And take a look at people dancing all alone
By dint of running, I feel dreadfully dizzy
For donkey's years, I've learnt how to think twice
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