Hey, Jack the Ripper
I wonder if you have guts
To face me at night right there in the elm-tree lane
Jeepers Creepers
I bet that you go nuts
Over who of the two motherfuckers tonight is gonna be slain
You ugly bastard
What’s got you so really spooked?
I’m not that pretty helpless Whitechapel whore
After meat comes mustard
I have thee a nice place booked
Tomorrow, it seems, the headlines carry some ever-more
Horrific stories
The Ripper was found dead
As well be hanged for a sheep just as for a lamb
No worries
For you it is not that bad
To end your days in the hospital of Bedlam