1888, the mysterious
And deadly Jack the Ripper stalks the streets
Of London - Jack the knife, meticulous
And out of control, surgical and neat
Extracting organs, slashing through the meat
Some say he was a lord, even a prince
The Queen's doctor... He hated prostitutes
Or did he just like turning them to mince
For some sick kick? He left few fingerprints
To the chagrin of the East End coppers
It counts as one of their saddest defeats
He slunk down some dark alley in the mist
Some say he hopped on a ferry, got lost
In Europe. To the rope he was a cheat
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