"Oh, look at me," that sweet boy's plea His mother cried, "My child's tied his laces" Why must we move on from such happy lawns Into nostalgia's palm and feed on the traces Do you hop to the dance or embarra** the parents? Who should I please? I'll go to sleep worrying That blood in the dark will attract the sharks Who are not violent, we've all got hungry bellies But where are the still unborns Who could look at me with the one eye Who could look at me with no eyes? So you look at me with me in their eyes And oh, what's pain? And oh, what's sadness anyway? It's not crying like a child And oh, what's graying? And oh, what's ageing anyway? It's not growing in the wild But I feel like I've just been born When you look at me with your green eyes When you look at me with your black eyes When you look at me with your dead eyes And I can't understand when holding her hand So womanly, I have to go kiss her And what a surprise to look in those eyes To find suddenly, he is Jack the Ripper Too suddenly, he was Jack the Ripper There he goes... Stop crying like a child She stopped crying like a child Jack the Ripper Jack the Ripper Jack the Ripper