Lemon Demon - Spring heeled jack

^BbUpward he shoots By the spr^Bbings on his boots Like an ^Ebinverted angel We^Cm've been afraid of this te^Gmrrible ^GbStrange, elu^Fmsive mo^Bbnster for ye^Ebars

It se^Gmems to be ^Dsuperst^Cmitious l^Ebunacy ^EbmBut in ^Dmfact when ^Dthings go black Old ^FSpring Heeled Jack a^Bbppears

^BbI hear the sound Of him bo^Bbunding around On the r^Ebooftops of London Le^Cmaving the people bew^Gmildered and ^Gbstunned And, o^Fmn occ^Bbasion, afl^Ebame

No so^Gmoner than u^Dnsusp^Cmecting E^Ebnglishmen ^EbmTurn their ^Dmbacks, the ^Dwretch attacks And ^FSpring Heeled Jack's his ^Gname

I doubt that it's those ^Cmclever brats in college And the ^EbMarquess of Waterford den^Dies all knowledge And ^Gpeople in the ^Gbarea ^Freek of mass hyst^Eeria... ^CmBut, admit you must, that it is ^Fjust enough to scare you

And you ^Bbscream when he draws Out a ha^Bbndful of claws And a blu^Ebe breath of fire The^Cmn disappears leaping hi^Gmgher and ^Gbhigher A^Fms if ^Bblighter than a^Ebir

Time ma^Gmrches on N^Dow it se^Cmems as tho^Ebugh he's gone ^EbmThis day ^Dmlacks tales ^Dof his acts

For ^FSpring Heeled Jack's still ^Bbthere