Don't Take Candy From A Madman!

Scotland Yard Suspects

Jack The Ripper

Eight little whores, with no hope of heaven, Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven. Seven little whores beggin for a shilling, One stays in Henage Court, then there's a killing. Six little whores, glad to be alive, One sidles up to Jack, then there are five. Four and whore rhyme aright, So do three and me, I'll set the town alight Ere there are two. Two little whores, shivering with fright, Seek a cosy doorway in the middle of the night. Jack's knife flashes, then there's but one, And the last one's the ripest for Jack's idea of fun.

Music By: Wrathchild America Don't Take Candy From A Madman

Step under the streetlight let me see your face There's a madman loose in this neighborhood He draws blood 'cause he likes the taste Carries a knife, carries a gun Run for your, life 'cause he's having fun Life to him is a four-letter word So hold your mother's hand and hide your eyes

Don't take candy from a madman Don't look too deep into his eyes Don't take candy from a madman Sweet bait always lies

He talks to his own reflection Laughs at his dirty thoughts He's a student of his own philosophy He applies what he's been taught So he licks his lips Pulls his fingers through his air Doesn't have a reason 'Cause he doesn't have a care It's one man's world and he's in charge As far as he's concerned you're better off dead !