All alone in seclusion
Something doesn't feel quite right
A horror creeps upon you
On a quiet summer night
Is there someone in the shadows?
What was that noise outside?

Then one day realize
The ripper's there to end your life
And then you're dead!
You're fuckin' dead!

Your finger's on the trigger
Thoughts of fear run through your mind
He never needs an invitation
He always finds his way inside
Sweat is dripping from your pours now
You're completely terrified

You can run, babe, but you can't hide
You cannot escape the knife
And then you're dead!
You're fuckin' dead!

The Ripper:

"Oh, Maggie dear,
I hold you so near
How, how does it feel
to know death is real?"

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