Lyrics

Dear friend As I write this letter I hope you are okay There's something on my mind today I thought you'd like to hear Eighteen Eighty Eight Twelve Twenty Third He gave her his ear "Guard this object carefully" And then he disappeared A trail of blood led to his room They found his body there Razor in his right hand He sliced through his left ear Started high at the back Hacking downwards fast Left the upper ear attached An ugly fleshy flap