Jack the Ripper
Macabre Lyrics


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Dear boss, I keep on hearing
That the police have caught me
But they won't fix me just yet
I have laughed
When they looked so clever
And talk about being
On the right track
That joke about leather apron
Gave me real fits
I am down on whores
And I shan't quit ripping them
Till I do get buckled
Grand work the last job was
I have the lady no time to squeal

And I want to start again
You will soon learn of me
With my funny little games
I saved some of the proper red stuff
In a ginger beer bottle over the last job

To write with but it went thick
Like glue
And I can't use it

Red ink is fit enough I hope
Ha ha
The next job I do
I shall clip the ladies ears off
And send them to police officers
Just for jolly
Wouldn't you?

Keep this letter back
Till I do a bit more work
Then give it out straight
My knives so nice and sharp

I want to get back to work right away
If I get a chance

Good luck!
Yours truly,
Jack the Ripper





Don't mind me given the trade name

Overall Meaning

The song "Jack the Ripper" by Macabre is based on the infamous serial killer who terrorized the Whitechapel district in London in 1888. The lyrics are written as if they are a letter from Jack the Ripper himself, mocking and taunting the police for their failure in catching him. The lyrics are chilling and disturbing, as they describe his sadistic pleasure in mutilating and killing prostitutes.


Throughout the song, he speaks in a confident and boastful tone, reveling in the terror and confusion he has caused. He talks about his previous murders, referring to them as "grand work", and makes plans for future killings. The reference to the "funny little games" and sending ears to police officers adds to the gruesome nature of his actions.


Line by Line Meaning

Dear boss, I keep on hearing
The murderer is addressing his criminal mentor and updates him on the current situation.


That the police have caught me
The murderer has been aware of rumors that the police have found him.


But they won't fix me just yet
The murderer asserts that the police are not capable of catching him yet.


I have laughed
The murderer finds humor in the authorities not being able to catch him.


When they looked so clever
The murderer mocks the authorities' intelligence.


And talk about being
The authorities claim to be


On the right track
getting closer to catching the murderer.


That joke about leather apron
The murderer found it amusing to read newspaper's false statements that claimed his attire was a leather apron.


Gave me real fits
The murderer had a good laugh about the idiots who believed it.


I am down on whores
The murderer has a disdain for prostitutes.


And I shan't quit ripping them
The murderer promises to keep killing them.


Till I do get buckled
The murderer will continue to kill until he gets caught.


Grand work the last job was
The murderer thinks his last killing was excellent.


I have the lady no time to squeal
The murderer killed his victim before she had the opportunity to scream.


And I want to start again
The murderer has the desire to kill again.


You will soon learn of me
The murderer warns his mentor that he will hear from him again soon.


With my funny little games
The murderer has an odd sense of humor.


I saved some of the proper red stuff
The murderer has saved some of the blood from the last victim.


In a ginger beer bottle over the last job
The murderer saved the blood in a ginger beer bottle.


To write with but it went thick
The blood is too thick to be used as ink.


Like glue
The blood has a texture similar to glue.


And I can't use it
The murderer cannot write with the thick blood.


Red ink is fit enough I hope
The murderer hopes red ink is suitable enough to write with.


Ha ha
The murderer laughs at his own joke.


The next job I do
The murderer plans to kill again.


I shall clip the ladies ears off
The murderer plans to mutilate his victim's body.


And send them to police officers
The murderer will send the severed ears to the authorities as a taunt.


Just for jolly
The murderer finds joy in committing heinous crimes.


Wouldn't you?
The murderer ask if his mentor would also find enjoyment in such activities.


Keep this letter back
The murderer is asking his mentor to hold onto this letter.


Till I do a bit more work
The murderer plans to kill again before the letter is shared.


Then give it out straight
The murderer wants the letter to be immediately printed after his next murder.


My knives so nice and sharp
The murderer is proud of his tools of death.


I want to get back to work right away
The murderer can't wait to continue killing.


If I get a chance
The murderer awaits an opportunity to strike again.


Good luck!
The murderer is wishing his mentor good luck on evading capture.


Yours truly,
The murderer signs off the letter.


Jack the Ripper
The murderer's infamous nickname.




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