Most times I didn't know their names

And I can't remember where I left them all

Most of them knew what they call me

In the river their stripped corpses will be found

Taking out the garbage

Doing you all a favor

No sentiment or emotion

Predatory strangulation

Those whores are scared of me

This street has never looked so empty

A cluster by the river

So that I can find them later

To conceal the bodiеs

To probe again the cold dead holеs

Consumed with rage, my only release

Prostitutes I pick up off the street

Women are whores and whores I despise

I like how the young ones plead for their lives

In my home, in my bed

Life wrung from their slender necks

I killed them quick, they won't be missed

A boot to the throat to make certain of death

Taking out the garbage

Doing you all a favor

No sentiment or emotion

Predatory strangulation

Pride in my superior accomplishment

Killed so many I can't keep them straight

It wasn't hard to throw you off the scent

A generation taken to their graves

Nearly everyone that got in

Never was seen alive again

My hands wrapped around her neck

Squeezing out her final breath

A cluster by the river

So that I can find them later

To conceal the bodies

To probe again the cold dead holes