Driving through the desert, 85 miles an hour
The sun beating off my back and the wind tasting like fire
Thats when I saw her standing, hitching a ride by the side of the road
My blood was boiling hot and my fever ice cold
CHORUS
Cause Im a serial killer and Im on the loose
And that bitch better get lucky if I dont hang her with my noose
Cause Im a serial killer and Im on the loose
That women better get real lucky if I dont hang her with my noose
So I pulled over my car and I opened up the door
That woman had no idea of what she was in for
She looked into my eyes as well she clambered on inside
But the devil lies within me and there was nowhere left to hide
Chorus
SO we pulled into a motel had to stop for the night
Booked a room for two
She said that would be alright
Last thing I remember was a gun pointed at my head
A flash of light big bang and suddenly I was dead
Chorus
Because she's a serial killer and she's on the loose
and I got real real lucky she didn't hang me with my noose
she's a serial killer and she's on the loose.....
But she took a gun put it to my head
pulled the trigger now I am dead