"Jack The Ripper" as written by and Leopold Ross Atticus Ross....
Jack the ripper jack the ripper jack the ripper jack the ripper
You are running around
I've never mislead
Except when I'm the boom boom boom in your head
My love is a war
And war is profound
My name is still the only one they've never found and
You are weak and alone
Alone in my world
A world that's going boom boom boom have you heard?
In love with a whore
The method is sound
It's cold and calculated as a countdown
I don't really give a shit anymore
Fifty little pentagrams is just a beginning
Hey hey pretty things can you say who I really am?
I'm that slick black cat in the bright just city
Jack the ripper Jack the ripper
True I haven't a care
So buyer beware
Or next time it's boom boom life isn't fair
I'll fuck with your head
You'll thank me instead
And promise my identity is left unsaid and
You can only agree
You're like a grenade
I'll toss you into mayhem
While I'm getting paid
Paid for your loss
A terrible cost
And one that I can seemingly never exhaust
I don't really give a fucking shit anymore
Fifty little pentagrams is just a beginning
Hey hey pretty things can't you say who I really am?
I'm that slick black cat in the bright just city.



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"Jack the Ripper" as written by Brett Gurewitz Atticus Ross

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    General CommentThis is prob the best song on the EP, something about it is really raw and hard, feels harsh and the vocals really add to the song rather than retract
    R-Dot-Yungon May 14, 2008   Link

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