Macabre - Jack The Ripper Lyrics
Dear boss, I keep on hearingthat the police have caught mebut they won't fix me just yetI have laughedwhen they looked so cleverand talk about beingon the right trackThat joke about leather aprongave me real fitsI am down on whoresand I shan't quit ripping themtill I do get buckledgrand work the last job wasI have the lady no time to squealAnd I want to start againyou will soon learn of mewith my funny little gamesI saved some of the proper red stuffin a ginger beer bottle over the last jobTo write with but it went thicklike glueand I can't use itRed ink is fit enough I hopeha hathe next job I doI shall clip the ladies ears offand send them to police officersjust for jollyWouldn't you?Keep this letter backtill I do a bit more workthen give it out straightmy knives so nice and sharpI want to get back to work right awayif I get a chanceGood luck!Yours truly,Jack the RipperDon't mind me given the trade name