Her name is Stella – her detective father was murdered by a serial killer drinking the Type O Negative blood from his cult of young girls, her mother is right up her ass about NOT following in her father’s footsteps, she’d KILL for a double bourbon – heavy metal – sex bender right about now – but she has to hunt down the Skin Peeler – so she’s screaming from the depths of her soul!


In the belly of the city, there’s a mini-Vegas strip

Neon lights and rum benders, you’ll lose your grip
It’s called Electric Ave, its heart beats a high voltage pulse
In its clutches your deepest devils you will expulse A firecracker murdering cop lurking in dive joints

She hangs around The Cecil desperate to make a point

Hunting knife sharpened, prowling for her prey
Is there blood on your hands? She’ll lock you away


Strawberry blonde whiskey treat

She’s the Murder police

No Gun No badge Bourbon on ice

She'll hunt you down Like Miami Vice

This Ain't no Thriller
 Is she the law or the killer?

Corpses crawling inside her head

Blood dripping from her hands
 She drinks her metal heroine
 Straight from the mouths of her favorite Thrash bands


She's hunting human monsters 
A different kind of breed

Following rotting corpses
 Driven by a sick need

Wrapped in pleather and fake fur
 Waiting for her murder phone to purr
Sharpening her hunting knife
 Begging to kill, craving sadistic life

Fucked up murder scene
 Disco biscuit laced bourbon dream
DNA all over the place
 Did she leave her own trace?


Strawberry blonde whiskey treat

She’s the Murder police
 No Gun No badge Bourbon on ice

She'll hunt you down Like Miami Vice

This Ain't no Thriller
 Is she the law or the killer?
 

Ice cold cases spinning through her brain

Who did she fuck last night, what was her name? 
Human monsters running free

Can she stop their killing spree?