My first victim was my mother I was sixteen, she was dissected She was a whore When I have known that It's got me crazy, so I killed her Since that turning point I've been hunting for the bad girls Like was my mother In our shabby walk-up Cockroach-infested apartment I dismembered my mother's body I was sitting before her corpse Thinking about my life I swore to clear this world Make it clean from that trash Next night I went out in the street Where the red lights on I found the girl, who's living on her back She spread her leags wide apart I strangled her by her stocking She had no time to cry Then I cut her throat by knife And set her corpse on fire It was my second victim So it has been started Dirty whores beware my vengeance I've begun the body count