Shall I begin? I guess this story needs to have a prologue It all started that one night in the fog The dark clouds took a hold of the moon I knew that I'd find my inspiration quite soon
That was when I saw her standing there To walk past her would indeed be unfair Begging for a shilling, she leant by the wall Just glad to be alive, she shivered with cold
My final masterpiece She was the last of seven with no hope of heaven
My lagged knife was out in a flash She hollered out just as I slashed And in that dirty backyard alley We played out our morbid finale
I slit her throat - left ear to right Her body served me as a canvas that night My painting took life with every cut Drawn with her guts and signed with her blood Then I was done and slipped back in the dark That faithful night t had left her my mark And now I'll watch them looking for me The famous artist, how it fills me with glee
I'm Saucy Jack, always on the run I saved the last one for my idea of fun Such grand work, left for the police To recover her organs piece after pieceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
