Slinking down this foggy London street.

Not a flat around, for this eye to meet

Horse drawn carriages rolling down the street

At a fast pace, (heeyaa!)

Verse 2

Police sirens screaming in this rat race

Hear boats moving on the Thames river bed

I feel death knocking at my door

With the smell of liquor on his breath

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

Jumps from the carriage, grabs but tears what she's wearing

Stifle the scream, slip into your final dream

Scalpel cuts into crimson disarray

Casting shadows

- Verse 3

Hear Big Ben pound, hear the tolling sound

Race 'cross London bridge, before falling down

I feel death knocking at my door

With the smell of liquor on his breath

Chorus

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper (Right 0!)