Screech Owls - Jack The Ripper

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---- ARTISTS ----
Matthieu Maurel : vocals, guitars
Brieuc Maurel : drums
Hervé Lemaitre : guitars, bv's
Christophe Paillette : bass
Additionals:
Florent Barbier : bv's
Gene Clarksville : harpsychord & piano
Written by Matthieu Maurel - Hervé Lemaitre
---- LYRICS ----
Jack was the way they called me
Don't you know what it means
Let me jog your memory
About what happened in Whitechapel
There was a kind of terror in whorehouses
Which came back at midnight, every night
The next morning they found out a body torn to shreds
Say what you bloody well like, it was skimped
Ah, ah, ah
I'm not a surgeon
Even so I can do my job
I'm not a roadsweaper
I don't have to wash
I'm not a scrapdealer
These crimes recurred as often
As the whores got coned
Everytime only stayed their bones
The police made no headway and I didn't care
My name was on all lips in the city
Some witnesses claimed to have seen me prowling 'bout the streets
In a royal carriage of her Majesty
Nobody knew where it did come from
Anyway all roads lead to Rome
Ah, ah, ah
I'm not a surgeon
Even so I can do my job
I'm not a roadsweaper
I don't have to wash
One day I was fed up with it
And I denounced some guy to the Police
It made no doubt for them that he was their man
Pray for this poor fellow, he wallows in jail
Even so I can do my job
I don't have to wash
I'm not a scrapdealer
I'm just Jack The Ripper