| Song | In The Mind Of A Lunatic |
| Artist | Sigh |
| Album | Scenario IV: Dread Dreams |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fowley, Sigh | |
| A man is searching for a girl to get him through the night | |
| And with a smile he gets a lady for he knows his price is right | |
| Off they go into an alley it's just around the bend | |
| But one's not coming back for the Ripper's loose again | |
| Deep does cut the knife into another lady's life | |
| For a man is killing off the corner whores | |
| And with a steady hand he creeps around the land | |
| this slashing fiend does bring a scene of gore | |
| From top down to the bottom his victims feel the knife | |
| For with precision and great care they have been cut | |
| The horror of their faces are now stuck in scenes of fright | |
| From the brutal acts committed on these sluts | |
| Lunatic, you are just a maniac | |
| Lunatic, on thoughts you do react | |
| Lunatic, death is your domain | |
| Lunatic, you're the man with rotten brains | |
| He seems to be invisible and blends into the crowd | |
| While setting sights on all there is to see | |
| While he lurks around the shadows he doesn't find suspicion | |
| For he shows no guilt and brings no mystery | |
| With a look of class and money he always fits the role | |
| And has no problem locking down his deadly fix | |
| To the ladies he's a charmer a gentlman in lust | |
| That will pay them nicely for their dirty tricks | |
| For weeks the kills continue and still no sign of guilt | |
| As he keeps on killing with a touch of ease | |
| the town is drenched in murder whil the whores are drenched in blood | |
| And London has no clue, who is this beast? | |
| In time the killings ended but the case was never solved | |
| And the curios they never went away | |
| But no one was ever named for the crimes of Jack the Ripper | |
| It's a mystery that's lasting till this very day |
| zuo qu : Fowley, Sigh | |
| A man is searching for a girl to get him through the night | |
| And with a smile he gets a lady for he knows his price is right | |
| Off they go into an alley it' s just around the bend | |
| But one' s not coming back for the Ripper' s loose again | |
| Deep does cut the knife into another lady' s life | |
| For a man is killing off the corner whores | |
| And with a steady hand he creeps around the land | |
| this slashing fiend does bring a scene of gore | |
| From top down to the bottom his victims feel the knife | |
| For with precision and great care they have been cut | |
| The horror of their faces are now stuck in scenes of fright | |
| From the brutal acts committed on these sluts | |
| Lunatic, you are just a maniac | |
| Lunatic, on thoughts you do react | |
| Lunatic, death is your domain | |
| Lunatic, you' re the man with rotten brains | |
| He seems to be invisible and blends into the crowd | |
| While setting sights on all there is to see | |
| While he lurks around the shadows he doesn' t find suspicion | |
| For he shows no guilt and brings no mystery | |
| With a look of class and money he always fits the role | |
| And has no problem locking down his deadly fix | |
| To the ladies he' s a charmer a gentlman in lust | |
| That will pay them nicely for their dirty tricks | |
| For weeks the kills continue and still no sign of guilt | |
| As he keeps on killing with a touch of ease | |
| the town is drenched in murder whil the whores are drenched in blood | |
| And London has no clue, who is this beast? | |
| In time the killings ended but the case was never solved | |
| And the curios they never went away | |
| But no one was ever named for the crimes of Jack the Ripper | |
| It' s a mystery that' s lasting till this very day |
| zuò qǔ : Fowley, Sigh | |
| A man is searching for a girl to get him through the night | |
| And with a smile he gets a lady for he knows his price is right | |
| Off they go into an alley it' s just around the bend | |
| But one' s not coming back for the Ripper' s loose again | |
| Deep does cut the knife into another lady' s life | |
| For a man is killing off the corner whores | |
| And with a steady hand he creeps around the land | |
| this slashing fiend does bring a scene of gore | |
| From top down to the bottom his victims feel the knife | |
| For with precision and great care they have been cut | |
| The horror of their faces are now stuck in scenes of fright | |
| From the brutal acts committed on these sluts | |
| Lunatic, you are just a maniac | |
| Lunatic, on thoughts you do react | |
| Lunatic, death is your domain | |
| Lunatic, you' re the man with rotten brains | |
| He seems to be invisible and blends into the crowd | |
| While setting sights on all there is to see | |
| While he lurks around the shadows he doesn' t find suspicion | |
| For he shows no guilt and brings no mystery | |
| With a look of class and money he always fits the role | |
| And has no problem locking down his deadly fix | |
| To the ladies he' s a charmer a gentlman in lust | |
| That will pay them nicely for their dirty tricks | |
| For weeks the kills continue and still no sign of guilt | |
| As he keeps on killing with a touch of ease | |
| the town is drenched in murder whil the whores are drenched in blood | |
| And London has no clue, who is this beast? | |
| In time the killings ended but the case was never solved | |
| And the curios they never went away | |
| But no one was ever named for the crimes of Jack the Ripper | |
| It' s a mystery that' s lasting till this very day |