Текст песни
So hang me up!
Before am done job.
Whitechapel rain drops, ho,
Wash away the blood.
Another bad day, huh?
Another bad day,
Another man in a hat.
City becomes dark, dolls,
Crawl out like a rats, lord,
Give me a sign, so I don't miss the chance, oh,
So quiet, relax, whore!
In the morning constables will clean up the mess!
In the city of sin,
Where vice like a hairpin
You know what within him,
I know what within.
Am come from the bad dream,
Am come from nowhere
In the end of nineteenth.
(And letters written by blood,
Burn them or not,
They inspire fear,
And you fear a lot,
And your sweat is cold,
You won't hear the shot.
I prefer fresh slit,
More than bullet hole.
(more than bullet hole)
(written by blood, written by blood)
(BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD)
Did you get fiction?
It`s trash or sensation?
And who is that guy, he is genius or psycho ?
He is white or an asian? He devil or an angel?
And nobody knows, and a killer lost patience!
And am killing again!
And am sneaking again!
And all of bad things rising up in this head!
I drown city in blood!
I drown people in fear!
And am do what I want!
To then just disappear!
So hang me up!
Before am done job
Whitechapel rain drops, ho,
Wash away the blood.
Another bad day, huh?
Another bad day,
Another man in a hat,
City becomes dark, dolls,
Crawl out like a rats, lord,
Give me a sign, so I don't miss the chance, oh,
So quiet, relax, whore!
In the morning constables will clean up the mess!
