This is a tale of a town with the population   Of approximately two thousand people   They small close in their community with crime   And murder, we're virtually unheard of   With front doors, were always left unlocked   A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams   For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow   Like those in this heart pounding tale of random horror   Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it   Victims inflicted with passionate punishment      Specific offers of horrific torture   That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers   This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down   Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town   Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked   Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks   As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney   So his child passion became a life long journey   Grew into a world of destruction, abduction   Left many body parts flowin' on the hudson   Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched   Screams is high pitched from scars you can't stitch      Mutilated and decapitated, white collar chicks   Just from his involvement in local politics   His outfit stained with the blood of the slain   While his backyard full of skeletal remains   His goal in life, was preparation for death   An autopsy showed affixation, loss of breath   Was it his fascination, for strangulation   The lynchings in the twenty's was his inspiration   Unspeakable acts that made front page   Motivated by an unexplainable rage      The state psychologist, forensic pathologist   Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious   They ruled out the possibility that the killa babe   Physically fit with athletic ability   Talley and murder, on his agenda   There was no word, and it's code for "Surrender"   So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion   Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion   Compellin' evidence, statements from residents   Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence   From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire   The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva      DNA directly linked to the psycho   Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0   For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved   A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve   The bullets had names that made the frames shatter   Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter   Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime   Made a hard discovery from one of many signs   While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner   He reacted in a loud and agitated matter   And once they tried to read him his rights   He turned cold as ice