Thrill Of The Kill

BY THE MOONLIGHT HE STALKS
THROUGH THE CITY
SEE THE GLANCE IN HIS EYES - SO WEIRD
AWAITING THE INNOCENT VICTIM
BEWARE - THE RIPPER IS NEAR

OFF THE BEATEN TRACK
A COWARD ATTACK
BLOOD SPILLS ON THE GROUND
STARING IN THEIR EYES
LAUGHIN' AS THEY CRY
MURDER WITHOUT A SOUND

VICTIMS ARE TO MANY TO NUMBER
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW FOR SURE
BACKS TO THE WALL – START
SCREAMING
12 INCH BLADE'S COMIN' DOWN
ON YOU

CALL ME MANIAC
CALL ME INSANE
BUT DON'T CALL ME GUILTY
OF SOCIETY'S BLAME