A Real Jack the Ripper In a Small American Town

Gladys was a devote Baptist and a Sweet old lady who never had anything Bad to say about anybody so when this Young man moved into the neighborhood They said you can just look into his eyes And see he's nothing but bad news but Gladys said now didn't our Lord say he Who is without sin cast the first stone? Little did she know she had just dug her Own grave for it wasn't a year to the day On a dark and starless night close to Summer’s end he snuck into her house And up behind her while reading the good Book and with one forceful stroke slit Her throat, she fell face down on the kitchen Table and one cheek resting over the Words of the Lord... That was fifty years ago and nobody would Of known it was him if it hadn't of been for The funny cowboy boots he wore that Left their imprints on the bloody kitchen Floor... Well that was fifty years ago but last night He escaped from his padded cell and now A demon is on the loose again, like a bat outta Hell, in a small, small American town... A REAL JACK THE RIPPER that can't be found A REAL JACK THE RIPPER leaving dead bodies All around, in a small, small American town... A REAL JACK THE RIPPER that cannot be found!