Cloak and dagger!

On cobbled stones devastation lights up the streets more than an oil lamp
In darkened alleys prostitution wipes out the evil thoughts of a thirsty man
Another one found, horrid images were scattered neatly on the ground
Professor? Royalty? Butcher? Psychopath? Whichever one intrigued the crowd

Scotland yard people gather
Calling for... the cloak and dagger!
Rebels charge police gates
Calling for... the murderer jailed!
He was Jack The Ripper!
With his cloak and dagger!

A murderous silhouette behind old brick walls testing out Jekyll and Hyde
A frivolous brunette too blind to say no gets the sharpened end of his sterile knife
Travelling around in black attire to be unseen and unheard
By day blended in to reality, at night he was a bloody monster

The crime scene Whitechapel, chilling nightmares from Mary Ann Nichols
A notorious reputation for being a serial killer and even writing his self proclaimed letters
Unsolved mysteries in the overcrowded east end resulted in the disemboweled of underground society
Victims of murder, inquests of horror, investigations ended with abberline retiring as a harsh reality

Scotland yard people gather
Calling for... the cloak and dagger!
Rebels charge police gates
Calling for... the murderer jailed!
He was Jack The Ripper!
With his cloak and dagger!

He stalked his night prey, ready and waiting, never to be late!
In horse and carriage thriving, with his medical bag of blades!
Dressed to kill

So as the people gathered
He was never to be found
Only images of his...
Cloak and dagger!