he stalked each night in rubber soles   prowling for a lead   silhouettes on window blinds   were all he'd ever need   a credit card away   from breaking in the laundry room   nothing now could squelch his plot   our character assumed   upon his entry to the room   he tried to be discreet   but then he felt a tacky rug   beneath his cautious feet   ignoring this he didn't read   the landlord's sign that said   caution - wet paint on the floor -   a coat of crimson red      strangler of baltimore   the odds were on your side   even in the tiny towns it's effortless to   hide   call it fate or justice   or the payback of your pray   but those bright red footprints   will always give you away      he peeled his shoes along the hall   to basement flat 2-b   no need to knock the doors unlocked   he opens gingerly   an e flat string away from stealing   the flight attendant's breath   the b-town sun can set their press   for one more tragic death      strangler of baltimore   you thought there was no trace   like a lightning bolt   you never strike a once struck place   call it fate or justice   or the payback of your prey   but those bright red footprints   will always give you away      he did b-town a favor   when he gave police a tip   he drew a dotted line   to remind them of his trip   our men are on his trail   the chief inspector said   before he'd hit his snooze alarm   they cuffed him in his bed      CHORUS