The Death Of Jack The Ripper Lyrics - Legendary Pink Dots

She could smell his fear like black piss river; like 

knotted balls of wors rolling in the smouldering 

ruins of an abbatoir. Like suicide in Menstrual Lake. 

Like the open graves of Hell. She could smell in as 

she gripped the knife and held it to his neck. 

She could smell his fear as cries for help grew 

wings and trickled neatly into garbage cans. As 16 

crippled hands fumbled with his zip. Twisted. Ate him 

slowly . . . kissed him quick. The scarlet ghosts would 

flinch--a glimpse of stocking! Shock the Red Night blue 

and clean away the mess cos Jack is dead. JACK 

IS DEAD! (And nobody knew) 

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