Kip Winger - Her lyrics

I take you now through the Whitechapel murders A phantom of death, a police force uncertain From dark until dawn, fear spreads like a plague Witness five fallen women which nobody saved A reign of slaughter, in an autumn of terror From 88 keys come the trial and the error A time of the wicked and constant whodunnit Children are victims Women are bludgeoned I'll spin you a tale of old Spitalfields And the blood that did flow after piss-salted tears A season of murder, a season of pain Just the beginning of a violent refrain {Chorus} The morning's rain down On nights filled with terror A new days dawn With her gone Forever (Forever) Let history keep what history holds You'll never find answers in the hollowed-out souls Of the ladies who cried both before and then after For the blood that did flow from the blade of the master Steal, fight, fu*k, and then watch mercy die While the angels of {?} street close hide their eyes There ain't so softness in the starving nudge Of a motherless child and the fever of grudge {Chorus} The morning's rain down On nights filled with terror A new days dawn With her gone Forever (Forever) We're many players, can't take you much deeper So here come's a chap that we'll call the Devil's Keeper He chats up the ladies Finds out how things went The night they were hacked by a murderous gent Mary Ann Nichols, AKA Polly! {POLLY} That's right