Did he cut your throat with a razor?
Did he put an ice pick in your neck?
Will it be on the police records
Open to be checked?
Hey Jack ( repeat)
So when you pick him up from the street
Sunk to the very lowest branch of your profession, so to speak
Going back to where you started you
Take him to our shabby, dank, dark room to screw
Hey Jack (repeat)
Did he open up her body, from your arteries blood did pour?
Did the police really give a shit?
Well you were just another whore?
Hey Jack( repeat )
Were you sexually excited to kill a whore?
Or was it for God performed as a chore?
Hey Jack ( repeat )
As he looked at your dead body, over her he came
So even in your death throes a man is shamed
Hey Jack ( repeat )
And you feel he is the dark angel
And you feel joy and release
That your miserable existence is coming to an end
And you love him like no other man
So, little bird, you’re a victim of a beast’s lust
Lust it killed you as into you he thrust
Hey Jack