My first murder was an accident I never meant to do

I had been going for his wallet, wound up taking his 

life too

I had him cornered in an alley with my gun against his 

face

I said, "Hand over your money and I'll send you on your 

way"

But he just had to play the hero and refused to 

cooperate



The second time I killed a man, I did it for revenge

He had been flirting with my woman and I couldn't let 

that stand

So when he got up to leave the bar, I followed him out 

back

I pinned him in between a brick wall and my stolen 

cadillac

I kept inching that car forward, 'til I felt his rib 

cage crack



Now three and four were easier but I'm really not sure 

why

I picked up a couple hitchhikers on route I-95

I don't claim to understand it, but I think I lost my 

head

All that I remember is the way their clothes turned red

When I came back to my sense I had stabbed them both to 

death



By this time I had become accustomed to the kill


And I'm not proud about it but I kinda like the thrill

To feel the heartbeat in the throat, the terror in the 

eyes

The sorry choking noises as they beg you for their 

lives

Oh, strangulation music...that was number five



Six, I did for money, it was just another job

Seven, out of desperation I had to kill a cop

They caught up with me in Reno as I ran for the state 

line

The hostages I'd taken, number eight and number nine

Now they've got me surrounded but they won't get me 

alive



So I'm holed up in this motel and I'm loading up my 

guns

Peering out the window, there's a thousand cops out 

front

They circle me like vultures but I feel so far away

Everybody has to die. There is no escape

The only thing that changes is how long you have to 

wait

I'm not gonna spend my whole life behind metal bars

So get ready, I'm coming, let's see who's the fastest 

draw!