Eight little whores, with no hope of heaven,
Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven.
Seven little whores beggin for a shilling,
One stays in Henage Court, then there's a killing.
Six little whores, glad to be alive,
One sidles up to Jack, then there are five.
Four and whore rhyme right,
So do three and me,
I'll set the town alight
Ere there are two.
Two little whores, shivering with fright,
Seek a cosy doorway in the middle of the night.
Jack's knife flashes, then there's but one,
And the last one's the ripest for Jack's idea of fun.

Death, Death all around,
i love the sound when the bodies hit the ground,
i watch their souls fly away
then i walk over and shoot them in there fucking head again anyway,
by now they have called the cops and the pigs are coming,
and this is the part where i start running.
i can see that the pigs are swarming outside,
i know i can't win i just might commit suicide,
cant they see what i'm trying to do,
i'm trying to teach prick's like them to be nice,
to people like me and you.
i broke a window and shot a cop in the face,
i cant believe i'm doing this i'm a fucking disgrace
the cops break in from all sides,
now i think it's time to run and hide,
then i come out and say,
you mother fuckers come close and i'll blow you all away,
but i look around wondering what to do,
then i blow my brains out, and now i'm dead just like you