A serial killer is typically defined as an individual who has killed three or more people over a period of more than a month, with down time (a "cooling off period") between the murders, and whose motivation for killing is usually based on psychological gratification. Some sources disregard the "three or more" criteria, and define the term as "a series of two or more murders, committed as separate events, usually, but not always, by one offender acting alone" or, including the vital characteristics, a minimum of two murders. Often, a sexual element is involved in the killings, but the FBI states that motives for serial murder include "anger, thrill, financial gain, and attention seeking". The murders may have been attempted or completed in a similar fashion and the victims may have had something in common, for example, occupation, race, appearance, sex, or age group.
Serial killers are not the same as mass murderers, nor are they spree killers, who commit murders in two or more locations with virtually no break in between.
Edmund Emil "Big Ed" Kemper III (born December 18, 1948), also known as "The Co-ed Killer", is an American serial killer and necrophile who was active in California in the early 1970s. He started his criminal life by murdering his grandparents when he was 15 years old. Kemper later killed and dismembered six female hitchhikers in the Santa Cruz area. He then murdered his mother and one of her friends before turning himself in to the authorities days later. Kemper is noted for his imposing physicality, standing 6'9" (2.06 m) and weighing over 300 pounds (140 kg).
Kemper was the middle child and only son born to Edmund Emil Kemper, Jr. (1919–1985) and Clarnell E. Strandberg (1921–1973). As a child he was extremely bright, but displayed sociopathic behavior from a young age, including cruelty to animals; he purportedly fatally stabbed a pet cat at age 13. He acted out bizarre sexual rituals with his sisters' dolls and exhibited a dark fantasy life. He recalled later that his eldest sister pushed him into the deep end of a swimming pool and he had to struggle to get out and nearly drowned. She also pushed him within yards of a moving train.
Joe Long (born in Elizabeth, New Jersey on September 5, 1941 as Joseph LaBracio) is best known as the bass guitarist for The Four Seasons.
Joe LaBracio (Joe Long) is a classically trained musician and studied with Alfonse Strazza, the principal bassist for the New York Philharmonic. However, a severe hand injury forced Joe to give up the rigors of playing classical bass and switch to the Fender bass-guitar. He then began listening more to rock and roll and became a rock 'n roll player for several local New Jersey bands before joining The Four Seasons in 1965 as a replacement for Charles Calello, who temporarily replaced Nick Massi. Joe Long continued to record, perform and tour with The Four Seasons through the mid-1970s. After leaving the group, Long formed the rock 'n roll group LaBracio and later the jazz band Jersey Bounce. In a recent interview Long stated that, "I still play an occasional gig. And, I have done a few recording sessions with Tommy (DeVito). For the most part, though, I am retired."
Rex Elvie Allen (December 31, 1920 – December 17, 1999) was an American film actor, singer and songwriter, known as the Arizona Cowboy, particularly known as the narrator in many Disney nature and Western film productions. For contributions to the recording industry, Allen was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Allen was born to Horace E. Allen and Luella Faye Clark on a ranch in Mud Springs Canyon, 40 miles from Willcox, Arizona. As a boy he played guitar and sang at local functions with his fiddle-playing father until high school graduation when he toured the Southwest as a rodeo rider. He got his start in show business on the East Coast as a vaudeville singer, then found work in Chicago as a performer on the WLS-AM program, National Barn Dance. He left the show in 1949 and moved to Hollywood. In 1948 he signed with Mercury Records where he recorded a number of successful country music albums until 1952, when he switched to the Decca label where he continued to make records into the 1970s. He also recorded one album for Buena Vista (Disney, pictured) in the 1960s, although sources vary on the date of issue.
Christopher Bernard Wilder (13 March 1945 – 13 April 1984) was a serial killer who abducted and raped at least ten women and killed at least eight of them during a spree across the United States in early 1984. His rampage began in Florida and continued across the country through Texas, Oklahoma, Nevada, California and New York before he committed suicide during a struggle with police in New Hampshire on April 13.
He is also believed to have raped girls aged 10 and 12 in Florida during 1983. For many years since his death, Wilder has also been considered the prime suspect in the unsolved Wanda Beach murder of two teenage girls in Sydney, Australia in 1965.
Wilder was born in Australia. His father was an American naval officer and his mother an Australian. He almost died at birth, but recovered, only to almost drown in a swimming pool at age two. In 1962 or 1963, he pleaded guilty in the case of a gang-rape at a beach in Sydney and was put on probation, during which time he also received electroshock therapy. There is some evidence to suggest that this course of treatment only exacerbated his violent sexual tendencies. It is known that he had virtually memorized the text of the 1963 novel The Collector by John Fowles, in which a man keeps a woman in his basement against her will until she dies. A copy of the novel was found among his possessions after his death.
I am the serial killer
I am the bloody hand
I am the chief whore taker
I am the chosen one.
I am the red staight razor,
The one who bathes in blood;
I am the boogey-man, I am
The empty yawning hood,
Look not for pity, no;
I am the heartless man,
I come to fix all things,
I am the one man band.
You cannot yet imagine,
How you will dance for me;
But you will dance forever
To the tune that I decree.
The kingdom of the worm,
Is all things to us all,
But I will teach you many things,
before I let you fall.
I am the black dead nightmare.
I bring a light so bright;
To illuminate the path we take;
I show the way that all hearts break,
And I will see the old world's back be broken
As we descend into the awful
Howling,
Night.
(feat. Barbara Wilson)
[Nate Dogg (Barbara Wilson)]
Homey it's rainin
Ten below zero
Kinda cold outside (Kinda cold outside)
Yes it is cold (Kinda cold outside)
Tornado, hurricane, and high tide
(And a high tide, and a high high tide)
I tell you why homey
Had a homeboy, down with me
or so he said (Or so he said, that's what he said)
Yes he did homey
But as it turned out
He wasn't down with Nate Dogg (No, no)
He was down with bread (He was down with bread, all for himself)
You know what's wrong
You, need to take your bad ass home
It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, oh homey
It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, mmm
Do you remember home (Do you remember home)
Has it been that long (Has it been that long)
since you been gone (Since you been gone)
Won't you come back home
Seems like it was yesterday (Yesterday)
when you lost your way (When you lost your way)
And let your homies hang (Let your homies hang)
All the while you got paid
Do you respect family
Do you know what that mean
To give everythang and not expect to receive
I gave all I had (All I had)
It really makes me mad (Makes me mad)
to think I've been had (I've been had)
Let's forget about the past
But you know what's wrong
You, need to take your bad ass home
It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, oh homey
It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, mmm
[Nate Dogg]
I will lift my voice
And forever sing
Music gives me joy
May we always reign
And if I lose my way
May my family place
a foot where I can taste
a bitter sweet embrace
You know what's wrong
You, need to take your bad ass home
It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, oh homey
It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, mmm
Here he comes, my old friend
Telling me to obey
Giving orders, I'm the slave
"The women" he whispers
"All sluts except for Mommy"
I'll kill'em all, I promise
You're gonna be bleeding for me
This is the right way can't you see?
Baby, taste my long hard knife
Gonna cut right through your life
No use running for the phone
Gonna cut you to the bone
Serial killer! Serial killer!
"Hurt her god! Hurt her bad!"
Luscious pain, fear and dread
When they die, I get so sad
Forgive me, my darling
I didn't mean to kill you
I have to swallow my sin
You're gonna be dinner for me
This is the right way can't you see?
Baby, taste my long hard knife
Gonna cut right through your life
No use running for the phone
Gonna cut you to the bone
Serial killer! Serial killer!
Why oh why, have to stop
But the voice says I must
Next time gotta keep control
"You loser, you bastard"
"You've gotta start all over"
The slaughter starts all over
She's gonna be bleeding for me
This is right way can you see?
Baby, taste my long hard knife
Gonna cut right through your life
No use running for the phone
Gonna cut you to the bone
I'll thrill you; I'll kill you; cut your heart out
Then I'll dismember your body parts
I'll break in your house late at night
My smiling face is your final sight
I'll cut your throat with a razor blade
And leave you in a shallow grave
I'll pound your face against the fuckin' street
You'll love my work; It'll be complete
I'll strip you and rip you; your death is my game
I love my work and I have no shame
I'll pick you up when you're hitchhiking
Then you'll never be seen again
I'll cave in your head, Your face I'll distort
Then you'll end up as a "missing" report
I'll smash your skull with a two-by-four
Wish I may, wish I might,
Find my one true love tonight.
Do you think that he,
Could be you?
If I pray really tight,
Get into a fake bar fight,
While I'm walking down,
The avenue.
If I lay really quiet,
I know that what I do isn't right,
I can't stop what I,
Love to do.
So I murder love in the night,
Watching them fall one by one they fight,
Do you think you'll,
Love me too, ooh, ooh?
Baby, I'm a sociopath,
Sweet serial killer.
On the warpath,
'Cause I love you,
Just a little too much.
I love you just,
A little too much.
(Much, much, much).
You can see me,
Drinking cherry cola,
Sweet serial killer.
I left a love note,
Said you know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
You know I love,
The thirll of the rush.
(Rush, rush, rush).
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
Do it for the thrill of the rush,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
I love you just a little too much,
Love you just a little too much, much.
My black fire's burning bright,
Maybe I'll go out tonight.
We can paint the town,
In blue.
I'm so hot, I ignight,
Dancing in the dark and I shine.
Like a light I'm,
Luring you.
Sneak up on you, really quiet,
Whisper "am I what your heart desires?"
I could be your,
Ingenue.
Keep you safe, and inspired,
Baby, let your fantasies unwind.
We can do what you,
Want to do, ooh, ooh.
Baby, I'm a sociopath,
Sweet serial killer.
On the warpath,
'Cause I love you,
Just a little too much.
I love you just,
A little too much.
(Much, much, much).
You can see me,
Drinking cherry cola,
Sweet serial killer.
I left a love note,
Said you know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
You know I love,
The thirll of the rush.
(Rush, rush, rush).
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
Do it for the thrill of the rush,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
I love you just a little too much,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(Just have fun), wanna,
Play you like a game boy.
(Don't want one), what's,
The thrill of the same toy?
La la, la la la, la la,
La la lie down, down.
(Just have fun), wanna,
Play you like a game boy.
(Don't want one), what's,
The thrill of the same toy?
La la, la la la, la la,
La la lie down, down, down.
Ugh.
You can see me,
Drinking cherry cola,
Sweet serial killer.
I left a love note,
Said you know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
You know I love,
The thirll of the rush.
(Rush, rush, rush).
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
Do it for the thrill of the rush,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
I love you just a little too much,
In a face
A view
Through eyes this world collides.
I am voiceless in my angst
And nothing can take us back
To innocence.
Short, sharp, bloodlust reality.
In despair I reach for night,
in water purity reigns to be resolute.
As a land we clean our minds, reap our belongings,
sow our angers and our strengths.
All to obsessed by weakness
we have brought ourselves to meaninglesness.
So easy to control, bring to harm.
A gathering of fools unjustified, on a mountain.
I collect my thoughts
and I rise above all that despises me.
Comprehend the ways of man
and under a flag we salute or burn
there is blood on both shores.
With hardened mind I traveled,
with hardened heart I conquered
A freedom so ironic, so despicable, so hipocritical.
There is anger resolute.
Rears its familiar head on the TV screen.
In a dozen bags a life was placed.
In a breath he smiled and waved.
Five minutes at a time the power held true.
Without consternation our laws are lost.
Lost to butchers, lost to child killers, lost to narcotic ritual.
Another tag, another headline.
Another smiling face shall stay 10 winters long forever.
And where are the angels to guard?
Where is the God of men and children?
He is stalking the minds of dark poor souls.
I know it's right and I know it's time for freedom:
to kill another and to kill another child of the flag
'till there are none left...
to kill another and to kill another
Gaze in horror at what you've become
and take a look at what you've done.
You'll repent for what you've done;
raping my daughter, raping my son.
Verse 1
Like Freddy Krueger
Scream and Jason
Run Run He's the one you've been chasing
He's gonna get you
Get above you
Thinks that you're the one
He'll get shot
Then make a plot
When he is done
He's gonna kill you but you need a plan
Jake Tracey got you
And he's the man
He can save anybody
Does whatever you do
I'm gone forever
And you are too
Chosen Ones
To kill
He's on the mission
So chill
He's the serial killer
He'll get you
Tired of this mess
He'll make you die forever
Get back
Everyone around you suffocates
I can see your madness rip your brain
I can see th bodies on the wall
All the nightmare dreams I can't recall come
I can see the future boiling up around I'm so afraid
Somone told you make her 1/2 a girl she used to be alive
I can feel the fire, crawlin on you like you're Superman
But I would pay to watch you burn
All the love you have disintegrates
All that saved you was your apathy
I can see teh knives hung on the wall
All the nightmare dreams I can't recall come
Take back this pain you gave
All the love you have disintegrates
All taht saved you was your apathy
I remember all the knives you hung
And all the bodies stretched across the wall
All teh drama that they made me think
Couldn't be real must be fake
I can see the bodies on the wall
I've tasted
The thrill of a kill
The thrill of my victims
I'm crushing
Destroying their will
Demented
A figure of speech
My mind is lost eternally
Out of my reach
Richard
In your glass case
Stand to be judged, their deaths
Written there all over your face
A twelve year old
Your body should rot out in public
For women you've killed
Run for your life
I'm the serial killer
I've come to bury you today
No family, no funeral, no rosaries for
Slain on this hillside
My silent grave!
My silent grave!
My silent grave!
That's where you lay!
Run for your life
I'm the serial killer
I've come to bury you today
No family, no funeral, no rosaries for
Slain on this hillside
My silent grave!
My silent grave!
My silent grave!
That's where you lay!
Buried
Dead bodies behind
Their last words are still etched
Clearly into his mind
Driven
Possessed by a will
A will that takes over
And drives him out for the kill
Submit
Submit to me now
He screams out in anger
Bloody thristy, as you cower down
It's time
He raises the blade
You cry out to God
For your innocent life to be saved
Run for your life
I'm the serial killer
I've come to bury you today
No family, no funeral, no rosaries for
Slain on this hillside
My silent grave!
My silent grave!
My silent grave!
This is how we all were taken
Stolen while our eyes were closed
Never mind running,
It's far too long to go
Never mind running too far
They're falling from heaven,
Watch them all go
One through eleven,
Souls in a row
Baby your love, as far as I know,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
This is how your heart was broken
Bulletproof but not from love
Never mind running,
It's far too long to go
Never mind running too far
They're falling from heaven,
Watch them all go
One through eleven,
Souls in a row
Baby your love, as far as I know,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
We're burning together
Touch to ignite
Don't tell me wether
It's wrong or it's right
Baby your love, I told you last night,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
One by one,
They all fall down
Angels' wings are on us now
So run, and run
But there's no escaping sound
C'mon, and take me down
-boy:"hey, what's up?"
-girl:"this is kinda a bad time"
-boy:"well, can I just talk to you for a second? I just wanna..."
-girl:"you really wanna do this right now? seriously?"
-boy:"do what? I just..."
-girl:"you just wanna what? tell me everything we do is wrong? tell me you just wanna be friends? yeah I know the way it goes, leave me alone"
*phone beep*
They're falling from heaven,
Watch them all go
One through eleven,
Souls in a row
Baby your love, in case you don't know,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
Serial killer
(Serial killer)
Serial killer
(Serial killer)
Baby your love, in case you don't know
I've tasted
The thrill of a kill
The thrill of my victims I'm crushing
Destroying their will
Demented
A figure of speech
My mind is lost eternally out of my reach
Richard
In your glass case
Stand to be judged, their deaths
Written there all over your face
Ted
A twelve year old
Your body should rot out in public
For women you've killed
Run for your life I'm the serial killer
I've come to bury you today
No family, no funeral, no rosaries for
Slain on this hillside - MY SILENT GRAVE!
MY SILENT GRAVE!
MY SILENT GRAVE!
That's where you lay!
Buried
Dead bodies behind
Their last words are still etched
Clearly into his mind
Driven
Possessed by a will
A will that takes over
And drives him out for the kill
Submit
Submit to me now
He screams out in anger
Bloody thristy, as you cower down
It's time
He raises the blade
You cry out to God
For your innocent life to be saved
Run for your life I'm the serial killer
I've come to bury you today
No family, no funeral, no rosaries for
Slain on this hillside - MY SILENT GRAVE!
MY SILENT GRAVE!
MY SILENT GRAVE!
That's where you lay!
Serial Killer Lyrics
Here we are alone now, just you and me
Down the halls we waltz, your end is in my dreams
I wanna be like him, he had a dreadful life
I wanna learn to shoot, I want to use a knife
I like the smell of fear that makes you paralyzed
I am the boy next door who put that fear in your eyes
I hope you can leave all this for yourself
I'll be your slave and then dig your grave
While we're makin' love, I dream revolver
They say I'm crazy, falling apart
Do you like the way I murdered your heart
I'm smart and cagey, I come in the night
If you let me in, you'll give up your life
He like to roll in the mud, up to his chin
Now I open my head and let his voodoo in
I rode those sissy bars all the way to hell
Sweet mother justice, I've heard it all
There's nothing left to tell
I hope you didn't need all this for yourself
And the man with the star says he knows you are
But I just keep singin' la dee dee dah
They say I'm crazy, falling apart
Do you like the way I murdered your heart
I'm smart and cagey, I come in the night
If you let me in, you'll give up your life
Boom, boom, bang, bang screams in the dark
If you let him in, he'll murder your heart
Boom, boom, bang, bang screams in the dark
If you let him in, he'll murder your heart
He's not the man you see at home
He's someone else inside
His life's no longer his own
He's someone else inside
Creepin' up when you're alone
And now he stands inside
He wants to take you to hell
But for him it's heaven
Sorry to say but you're not the only one
You're not the lonely one that turned my light on
Something's going on inside my head
Keeps me awake every night I'm in my bed
Everybody looking for a man
Something I find hard to understand
Could it be so easy?
Everyone is looking for me
Ain't no sunshine in this thriller
Could I be a serial killer?
Good old feeling's coming from the gut
Every time I see a young slut
Reason tells me what I've done is wrong
Doesn't matter urges are too strong
Could it be so easy?
Everyone is looking for me
Ain't no sunshine in this thirller
Could I be a serial killer?
Now it all makes sense to me
Her blood opens my eyes so I can see
Today the paper shows my name
Oh my God it was me all along the way
Yes it is so easy
Everyone is looking for me
Ain't so sunshine in this thriller
Could I be a serial killer?
Yes it is so easy
Everyone is looking for me
Ain't no sunshine in this thriller
This is a poser song
Your child is dead and gone now
You blame yourself your child is gone now
Murder aggression sexual perversion
You dont give a fuck about the childern that you fucked
Watch out serial killer going to get you
Watch out serial killer going to get you
I go home and what i did on the telly
Itmakes me cry just like a baby
This is not a sex act i can tell you
Child cries paedophile fuck you
Watch out serial killer going to get you
Watch out serial killer going to get you
Come take a step in the future baby
Come see what life's all about tonight
Are you ready for life's adventure
Never know what you'll find out tonight
Watch out serial killer going to get you
She reels you in with her scent and her smile
You buy a drink and you stay for a while
There's no telling of her disaster
She's got a knife and its you she's after
Whoa-oh-oh
It's her scent and her smile
Whoa-oh-oh
You jump in bed and you stay for a while
Get away gotta get away now
Don't go to her she's a serial killer
Get away gotta get away now
Don't go to her she's a serial killer
She's a serial killer
You're waking up before the clock hits midnight
You're in her bed but she's nowhere in sight
Here's the ending for this disaster
She's got a gun and it's you she's after
Whoa-oh-oh
It's her scent and her smile
Whoa-oh-oh
You jump in bed and you stay for a while
Get away gotta get away now
Don't go to her she's a serial killer
Get away gotta get away now
Don't go to her she's a serial killer
Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy
Jack the Ripper guiding me
When you laughed I had to cry
As you tread me, so shall I
Cut 'till you bleed, that's what I need
I eat you alive and then I will watch when you die
The fading light brings up a summer's night
Hot is the city here, I sit and drink my beer
I feel a need come with my inner heat
Soon I'll be out again, out to release my pain
Lady of sin, come, let me in
Yes, I, I'm killing you serial
And I, I chop off my victims heads (collect/number)
Yes I, I'm killing you serial, I'm serious
And I will find myself in good company
'Cause man is a killer, oh can't you see
Peter Kürten, John Christie
And Fritz Haarmann inspiring me
You have stomped all over me
What you've built, this will be me
I want no sex, just chainsaw your legs
I love when you scream and then I will watch your blood stream
I'm like a slave, a servant of the grave
There is an inner voice, leaving me not a choice
I'm deaf and blind, in my distorted mind
No room for empathy, a monster I must be
This is how we all were taken
Stolen while our eyes were closed
Never mind running,
It's far too long to go
Never mind running too far
They're falling from heaven,
Watch them all go
One through eleven,
Souls in a row
Baby your love, as far as I know,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
This is how your heart was broken
Bulletproof but not from love
Never mind running,
It's far too long to go
Never mind running too far
They're falling from heaven,
Watch them all go
One through eleven,
Souls in a row
Baby your love, as far as I know,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
We're burning together
Touch to ignite
Don't tell me wether
It's wrong or it's right
Baby your love, I told you last night,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
One by one,
They all fall down
Angels' wings are on us now
So run, and run
But there's no escaping sound
C'mon, and take me down
-boy:"hey, what's up?"
-girl:"this is kinda a bad time"
-boy:"well, can I just talk to you for a second? I just
wanna..."
-girl:"you really wanna do this right now? seriously?"
-boy:"do what? I just..."
-girl:"you just wanna what? tell me everything we do is
wrong? tell me you just wanna be friends? yeah I know
the way it goes, leave me alone"
*phone beep*
They're falling from heaven,
Watch them all go
One through eleven,
Souls in a row
Baby your love, in case you don't know,
Is a serial killer
(Serial killer)
Serial killer
(Serial killer)
Serial killer
(Serial killer)
Baby your love, in case you don't know
It's full moon tonight, I'm already on nerve
Will I be allright, or totally disturb?
How many times I've practiced already
The cops are still blind, up now they can't find me
Can't talk of control, I'm just a prisoner
The night is my zone, there'll be no surrender
And I cry, I cry I'm a serial killer
A knife or a gun, but never empty hands
A girl or a youth, but never a strong man
I'm an animal, but my hunting's not fair
I'd like to get out, can't find peace anywhere
Don't kill for money, and not even by game
Not more for living, certainly not for fame
It's full moon tonight, I'm already on nerve
Will I be alright, or totally disturb?
I feel it coming, my instinct is awaking
Mentre al riparo di un faggio
anelo alla felicità delle foglie,
sfilano lontane carovane
e il mio sogno è perfetto.
Ma l'esistenza mi attira
mi vedo riflesso sulle acque del lago,
sogno pomeridiano di un fauno che si sveglia.
No non voglio farti del male,
fratello mio, non credere
perché ho un coltello in mano
e tu mi vedi quest'arma a tracolla
e le bombe che pendono dal mio vestito
come bizzarri ornamenti,
collane di scomparse tribù.
Non avere paura,
perché porto il coltello tra i denti
e agito il fucile come emblema virile.
Non avere paura della mia trentotto
che porto qui sul petto.
Di questo invece devi avere paura:
io sono un uomo come te.
Gli eucalipti crescono bene, quest'anno.
Peschi e tamarindi colorano le mie avide pupille.
Mi preparano un cuscino di erbe per nuovi sogni