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