Jack The Ripper Haunted
I am haunted
By the sound of his fiddle
Haunted, my prince
By the gift of your voice
Shall I obey ?
Shall I betray ?
But I've got no choice
I've-got-no-choice...
The devil came with his fiddle in his hands
A sweet violin is a sweet violation
I was pretty young, but he wanted my soul
Come on my son, he said and listen to my song :
"And here you are lonesome again
And here you are, weak as a little man..."
I know that Satan has promised me Heaven
Looking for help, God sends nothin' but Hell
The sky is a citadel where Peter is getting drunk
Maria's got the keys of her chastity belt
But we're making plans to invade Heaven...
... With my peasant face, and my country boy hands
How should I ever seduce a pleasant girl like you ?
I should look like the king of the Bongo Kingdom
But you don't have much fantasy, baby, for the things
like that
- Do you ?
