Song parody of
Meet The Ripper
by Levaine & the Cryptid Craze
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Hands in the air
I've got something to say
In a sort of posthumous way
If I were you I'd be careful
The wolves don't like to share
You know the way back
No I'm not scared
Was it in my eyes
Am I falling down for the wise man's old dirty tricks
Does he know that I ache for him
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
This blood looks so black in the moonlight
You're right, so right, alright
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
These scars they smile 'cause they know
I belong to you
Such a pretty little thing
Lacing the day with a scream
While I'm sitting here sculpting my masterpiece
I'm grinning like Chelsea singing you complete me
I'm the culprit that you want
In your electric baptismal font
Those damn old dirty tricks
Now he knows I desperately ache for him
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
This blood looks so black in the moonlight
You're right, so right, alright
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
These scars they smile 'cause they know
I belong to you
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
This blood looks so black in the moonlight
You're right, so right, alright
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
These scars they smile 'cause they know
I belong to you
Only to you
Hands in the air
I've got something to say
In a sort of posthumous way
If I were you I'd be careful
The wolves don't like to share
You know the way back
No I'm not scared
Was it in my eyes
Am I falling down for the wise man's old dirty tricks
Does he know that I ache for him
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
This blood looks so black in the moonlight
You're right, so right, alright
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
These scars they smile 'cause they know
I belong to you
Such a pretty little thing
Lacing the day with a scream
While I'm sitting here sculpting my masterpiece
I'm grinning like Chelsea singing you complete me
I'm the culprit that you want
In your electric baptismal font
Those damn old dirty tricks
Now he knows I desperately ache for him
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
This blood looks so black in the moonlight
You're right, so right, alright
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
These scars they smile 'cause they know
I belong to you
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
This blood looks so black in the moonlight
You're right, so right, alright
Those fangs know my skin way too well
As they go on and drain, and drain
These scars they smile 'cause they know
I belong to you
Only to you
