Unsolved Mysteries

"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 embarrass 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