Text for song:
Wandering without direction
in the dark night,
London rests
but you are still walking,
trying to get some money
to pay your lodging,
if you don´t get it,
the street will be your home.
10 shillings that your
ex husband sent you
has gone to his tomb...
The previous jobs...
didn´t give you enough...
this was the last option...
to survive.
29 Hanbury street
somebody nears you...
"Dark complexion, a brow hat
was wearing a black overcoat"
A witness... said.
Londoners never saw
something like that
her face was swollen
and the tongue too,
the throat had been deeply severed,
her abdomen entirely opne,
the intestines severed too
lifted out the body
and place... on... her... shoulder...
Ulterus and its appendages
with the other portion of the vagina
and posterior
two thrids of the bladder
had been... entirely removed.
All these parts couldn´t be found,
the incisions were cleanly cut.
A man with a very sharp knife
with a thin narrow blade.
Were spreading horror never seen
in the Victorian heart.
"Dark complexion, a brow hat
was wearing a black overcoat"
it was... a strange... man... in black...
Wandering without direction
in the dark night,
London rests
and you´ll rest too.