The Leather Apron's Scorn
Lyrics
The ripper they've called me
Open the paper I'm on every page you'll see
It is I who pulls the strings
Who makes them scream
I am the denizen who lurks after dark
Carving the flesh of those
Who would wear the mark of the whore
Fear the leather apron's scorn
Each night reborn
Terrorize these foggy London streets
Lock your doors and hide
When the gas lamps come to life
They're where I'll creep
They never hear my footsteps approaching
Their whorish existences my knife is encroaching upon
Public anticipation is growing
For when and where ol' Jackie will strike
Victimize and ravage lady fair
With my knife they must comply
For she who'd sell her flesh
I'm looming near
A shroud of mania surrounds
Becoming stronger with their fear
Their fear
Terrorize these foggy London streets
Lock your doors and hide
In the darkest alleyways they're where I'll be
Victimize and ravage lady fair
With my knife they must comply
The women of the night
Who're fools to dare
I know what you are
And you'll soon know me
Stripping your skin
I feel complete
Writer(s): Alan Cassidy, Brandon Ellis, Brian Eschbach, Maxwell Lavelle, Trevor Strnad
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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