In the den of sin, I live and breathe!
A grand job the last one was, though...
Among this filth of people and disease
To make that thick blood flow.
My long knife so silvery, nice, and sharp!
You'll hear Saucy Jack's work tomorrow
when I play this knife like a stringed harp
and your nation will feign more sorrow.
Whitechapel repulses all your kind,
So don't make a villain out of twisted me,
when you think these whores have no mind,
I do what's secretly wished by thee.
I'll get back to my important work now,
And you'll doubtless try to stop my crime
For it's hypocrisy that make you bow,
For I clean out the mess you hate, the slime.
Jack The Ripper