my friends abuse me, people excuse me thought i was no good, thought i was a hood now they don't realize, i stalk the hillside i find my victims, know where to pick 'em i'm a hillside strangler
once i got queasy, now it's so easy no rhyme or reason, just open season the cops can't find me, they're far behind me and when i strike next, it's anyone's guess i'm a hillside strangler
never know what the night can bring express myself with a simple piece of string scum of the city, i don't need no pity holed up in l.a., the hills where i play i'm a hillside strangler well i'm a hillside strangler
the cops can't find me, they're far behind me and when i strike next, it's anyone's guess i'm a hillside strangler well i'm a hillside strangler