On a corner in the French Quarter Something supernatural Invisible like ether It is not a human being Something like a predator Don't scare me Papa Have a little mercy spare the blade I'm drowning out these demons with that jazz A serial killer and you and i On the thin line between one who does or doesn't spare lives You can see that there are warring factions Fighting in the distance of my mind You can see that there are warring factions When you look into my eyes On a corner in the French Quarter he comes in the night In fact or realm of fancy The souls he takes from human beings Will keep him company below Man that axeman swings Tell the whole ward don't stop singing Play the piano till' our fingers start to bleed I'm drowning out these demons with that jazz