Driven to Kill
Witnesses say they saw me at Shikellamy Park
The night before Halloween. The streets were getting dark
I turned off the headlights. I put the car in park
I threw your body down the cliff at Shikellamy Park
I went off to work. You hung in my closet all day
6:00 and time to throw the memories away
You made me think you loved me. You're going to be missed
But now you're just decaying at the bottom of the cliff
Witnesses say they saw me at Shikellamy Park
The night before Halloween. The streets were getting dark
I turned off the headlights. I put the car in park
I threw your body down the cliff at Shikellamy Park
Can't explain the feeling that I had inside
All my life been waiting to watch someone like you die
You kept me an outsider, I always felt that way
But 6:00 and time to throw the memories away
I am the South Side Strangler, the West Coast Wrangler
Driven to kill
I am a night stalker, a night crawler
The crusher of will
I am the Ed Gein in the tight black jeans
Addicted to thrill
I am the South Side Strangler, a headbanger
I'm going to Hell
Meet me at the jailhouse a quarter after nine
Meet me at the jailhouse, its my killing time
Noose around my neck, they open the trap door
I fall until the rope pulls tight and I'm not moving anymore
I am the South Side Strangler, the West Coast Wrangler
I'm going to Hell
Driven to Kill
The night before Halloween. The streets were getting dark
I turned off the headlights. I put the car in park
I threw your body down the cliff at Shikellamy Park
I went off to work. You hung in my closet all day
6:00 and time to throw the memories away
You made me think you loved me. You're going to be missed
But now you're just decaying at the bottom of the cliff
Witnesses say they saw me at Shikellamy Park
The night before Halloween. The streets were getting dark
I turned off the headlights. I put the car in park
I threw your body down the cliff at Shikellamy Park
Can't explain the feeling that I had inside
All my life been waiting to watch someone like you die
You kept me an outsider, I always felt that way
But 6:00 and time to throw the memories away
I am the South Side Strangler, the West Coast Wrangler
Driven to kill
I am a night stalker, a night crawler
The crusher of will
I am the Ed Gein in the tight black jeans
Addicted to thrill
I am the South Side Strangler, a headbanger
I'm going to Hell
Meet me at the jailhouse a quarter after nine
Meet me at the jailhouse, its my killing time
Noose around my neck, they open the trap door
I fall until the rope pulls tight and I'm not moving anymore
I am the South Side Strangler, the West Coast Wrangler
I'm going to Hell
Driven to Kill
Credits
Writer(s): Ill Omened
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