Springheels Lyrics

A moonlit wall, on cobbled streets

A sudden silhouette and scrape of taloned feet

From deep within, the London fog

Shone back two beady eyes and leapt between the rooftops

The witching hour, he'll kill again

Spring from the factory walls, and land between the workhouse

Metallic claws, that manic grin

Lifts up his tattered hat and reaches for your skin and then you run…

And I saw Jack in the dead of the night

And I ran right back to the morning light

A near heart attack from the sudden fright

And I cowered in the gutter

And I saw Jack in the dead of the night

And I ran right back to the morning light

A near heart attack from the sudden fright

And I cowered in the gutter

And I saw Jack in the dead of the night

And I ran right back to the morning light

A near heart attack from the sudden fright

And I cowered in the gutter

And I saw Jack in the dead of the night

And I ran right back to the morning light

A near heart attack from the sudden fright

And I cowered in the gutter