I've got 88 keys
And a killer in black
But it ain’t a whodunnit
We've seen enough of that
It's a tale about ghosts and their horrible slayer
[?]

Now I’ll set the scene
To avoid the confusion
Of a story we're telling
Without a solution
We don't know who done it
But who done it got did
There was five women he murdered
But quid pro quo kid..

In darkest England, 1888
In the East End of London come horrible fate

It's the time for the knife
For the stab in his arm
And a murderous rage
From life they depart
And all we have is a name

It's the East End of London
An Elysian field
Where criminals, junkies, and prostitutes wield
Time for a [?] and that cholera thing
All do the dance when the [?] begin

I've set the scene for some desperate times
Where a monster was born and a nation reclined
Harsh deprevation, no sanitation
All add up to the circus of mad infestation

Whoo!

It was dead cold autumn
And terrible rain
Now the man with no knife
Is immortal in fame
The public so hungry for this opera of killing
A dark star is born
Demanding top billing

He killed without rhyme
He killed without reason
With a knife and great stealth
The nights reigned the demon

It's time for the knife
For the stab in his arm
And a murderous rage
From life they depart
And all we have is a name