Leather Apron

Lyrics

Verse 1
Whitechapel in the rain
Cobblestones hold the stain
A lamp goes pale and thin
When the butcher moves again

Another body, gone
Another alley song
A glove, a grin, a blade
And nobody saw his face

Pre-Chorus
Clean cuts, neat work
Like he wanted marks to lurk
Pieces missing in the dark
A chill runs through the park

Chorus
Leather Apron, Leather Apron (Leather Apron)
You leave that awful sign
Leather Apron, Leather Apron (Leather Apron)
And vanish every time
Jack in the letters
Jack in the fold
Leather Apron, Leather Apron
Your story’s cold

Verse 2
The papers howl his name
Make a fire out of shame
“From Hell” on folded page
Set the whole town in a rage

A sharp knife in the night
A hand too quick, too right
Precision in the gloom
And fear keeps room to bloom

Pre-Chorus
Windows shut, heads low
Every step is a threat below
The mothers pull the girls inside
As rumors prowl the tide

Chorus
Leather Apron, Leather Apron (Leather Apron)
You leave that awful sign
Leather Apron, Leather Apron (Leather Apron)
And vanish every time
Jack in the letters
Jack in the fold
Leather Apron, Leather Apron
Your story’s cold

Bridge
Who were you when the gas burned blue?
A working man? A ghost? A clue?
The ink was neat, the hands were sure
But the city still won’t sleep for sure

Final Chorus
Leather Apron, Leather Apron (Leather Apron)
You leave that awful sign
Leather Apron, Leather Apron (Leather Apron)
And vanish every time
Jack in the letters
Jack in the fold
Leather Apron, Leather Apron
Your story’s cold