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Well, He creeps through the alley like a jungle cat
In a dirty black cape and an old top hat
From the rooftops, he watches the street
You better pray to god that you don't meet
That creepy old man so watch your back
For that mean motherfucker named Springheeled Jack

Well, he spits hellfire and poison gas
'Cause he eats dead pigeons and sewer rats
He leaps tall buildings in a single bound
One look and he'll put you underground
Yeah, you never know when he will attack
'Cause he's a mean motherfucker named Springheeled Jack

If he knocks upon your door
For the love of god, don't let him in
He'll tear you up, he'll tear you out
And he'll take you away...

You may say that it's in the past
And that jumpin' killer ain't comin' back
Well, you may be right, and you may be wrong
But I know he's never really gone
Can't you tell from the way I act
That I was born from the blood of Springheeled Jack?

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