He stalks, he walks,
Underneath a cold street light,
He kills, he wills,
Her body into the river at night
He remembers, when he saw her,
The first sight,

It's ten o'clock in the evening,
When he sets out to prowl
His knifes blade is glistening,
As he listens to the hoots of the owls
he prowls, along the boardwalk of a bustling city
Prostitutes running in and out of cars, for every fifty

He picks one out, a tall blonde, in red heels
She struts down the street, safe she feels,
Little does she know, a murderer is on her trail
Lost in thought of blood spatter and entrails

She turns down an alley, heading towards home
He knows her name is sally, what she's called by other hoes
She turns, looks, and sees nothing, but deep down she knows
She turns back around, gets stabbed in the throat, blood pouring from her nose

Falling crippled to the sidewalk, She prays to God,
Asking for forgiveness, for the path she walked
Now, forever, in the ground she rots,
food for the maggots and by demons she's stalked
Just as she was in life, she is in death
Just another *****, lying in the Devil's bed.