The Curse of Albert Cragg
The Curse of Albert Cragg..

In the winter of 1869
There was a freak stalking the streets, he was a friend of mine
In a long trench coat and a black top hat
He’d creep in the fog and then he’d attack
With a slice, chop, stab, stab skewer
They never saw his face, it was always obscured

He lurked in the shadows in the dead of night
His knife danced in the eyes of pure fright
They caught him in the end and hanged him by the throat
Left him swinging and then they cut the rope

His name is Albert Cragg

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Swinging from the gallows, they watched him die
Then they cut him down and spat on his grave
Swinging, swinging
Swinging from the gallows
He cursed the world
He cursed us all..
And thus was born the Curse of Albert Cragg
Never mention his name or you’ll get stabbed
You can still hear his footsteps in the dead of night
He’ll cut you up and laugh with delight

He lurked in the shadows in the dead of night
His knife danced in the eyes of pure fright
They caught him in the end and hanged him by the throat
Left him swinging and then they cut the rope

(2x)
Swinging from the gallows, they watched him die
Then they cut him down and spat on his grave
Swinging, swinging
Swinging from the gallows
He cursed the world
He cursed us all...

I’m Albert Cragg and I’m back from the dead
You better watch out bitch, I’ll cut off your head!
I’m Albert Cragg, I’m gonna make the world pay
I’m coming for you, there’s no running away...