Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I want to stop, I drive by the camp quick
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulavard
Then this girl, she makes my n****** hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a b**** dead, there's nothin else that I hate less
Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts
Oh s***, she's runnin on my w***
Then somethin goes, snap, bang
Eh b****, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a french frie
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
'cause I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue
I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
I choke a Pelican, I did it right
I choke an Ostrich, long a** neck
But I'd rather be killen at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I want to do is choke her neck a bit
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just want to hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho
All I want to do is kiss you good-bye
Before I mangle ya
'cause I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, 'cause I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase, a droped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin b****** up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands
But I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck dear
Until your brains pop dead out your f*****' ear
Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones
...Cuz I'm the Strangla
I want to stop, I drive by the camp quick
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulavard
Then this girl, she makes my n****** hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a b**** dead, there's nothin else that I hate less
Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts
Oh s***, she's runnin on my w***
Then somethin goes, snap, bang
Eh b****, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a french frie
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
'cause I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue
I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
I choke a Pelican, I did it right
I choke an Ostrich, long a** neck
But I'd rather be killen at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I want to do is choke her neck a bit
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just want to hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho
All I want to do is kiss you good-bye
Before I mangle ya
'cause I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, 'cause I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase, a droped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin b****** up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands
But I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck dear
Until your brains pop dead out your f*****' ear
Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones
...Cuz I'm the Strangla