That was what I was thinking. They were pulled over far in advance, I would guess due to a prior emergency vehicle going through. Sure there were a few stranglers trying to sneak ahead of the traffic jam some, but for the most part everyone was parted long before they would have heard the ambulance coming down the line. From the looks of the wreck they came up on at the end, I'd guess they had been waiting for some time already.

BTW, this Texan would have seen this scene upon the doors opening, and immediately began stomping the strangler in the skull. Upon finding out it was a joke, I would have begun stamping on the other guy's head for having encouraged an assault and taken both their wallets (id's)...pulled the emergency stop on the elevator before disappearing from the building.

This prank is like asking for a beat-down until you get one.
Bet these two are from Portland, OR.

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*promote

oops. Thanks, fixed.>> ^chicchorea:

Geo, my friend, do you mean psychedelic or is this something else in which I need to be clued. See, no dangling.
Don't worry, I am no strangler to typos.
Please, how many do you have to take to mike over? And, how do you take them? Does one have to Gere up for a trip? You know, lay in supplies. :[
I'm going away now.

Geo, my friend, do you mean psychedelic or is this something else in which I need to be clued. See, no dangling.

Don't worry, I am no strangler to typos.

Please, how many do you have to take to mike over? And, how do you take them? Does one have to Gere up for a trip? You know, lay in supplies. :[

I'm going away now.

Tags for this video have been changed from 'vintage' to 'stranglers, walk on by, cover, black and white, 70s, 1978' - edited by kronosposeidon

Idaho Serial Killer, I believe. Should be pretty easy to find with that raging neck tat.

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Isn't it the Arkansas strangler? It must be some sort of serial killer..

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You not a fan of my latest avatar?

In reply to this comment by gwiz665:
That's a terrible, terrible picture of you.

Isn't it the Arkansas strangler? It must be some sort of serial killer..

In reply to this comment by blankfist:
You not a fan of my latest avatar?

In reply to this comment by gwiz665:
That's a terrible, terrible picture of you.

Y'all mythalogical niggaz is comical
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
And embalmin in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical you know how I do
With word attack skills and vocabulary too
My rendition of this Edition is all brand New
You're through I make the planetarian like Doctor Who (who who?)
So Who! (who?)
Born to get tripped on, word is bond
I'm kickin rhymes til the A.M. vultures swarm
Not Quincy but I'm Back on the Block and not sellin crack
I'm comin in with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you sayin black, with all that yackedy yack
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm sayin, I eat up everthing up on the menu
and bend you and send you swayin, to be continued...

Spur of the moment opponents are suspects
Caught up in precipitation reign of the tech/niques
I speak my concepts freak
The ich-ni-son-shi funk figures of speech
Now that shit is in the open, I'm open, tokin, scopin
Waitin for the next nigga to get opened on
And break him down like a organic compound
That's the weight of the world as the Earth goes round
Now, how the fuck you sound?
I represent my clique, Microphone Pound
You better pack your leather, dope, or medication for the shakin
Meditation from the earth-to-quakin shit that we be bakin
Never fakin I gets down for my crown clown
Shakin the membrane of Encyclopedia Brown
Freakin the funk in any throwdown
While you sustain the sounds, up in ya...

I comes down breakin ground
So back up offa me and sit yo' ass down
Now when I'm on the microphone I roam through zones
But don't be tryin this shit at home
No matter what race creed colour him or her
I comes cleaner than Jeru, and Damage an amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's caliber
I channel my anger, from the double edged banger (Banger!)
and turn into the microphone strangler
Stop tryin to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave and cuss so it's a must ya get bust
We're not to be fucked with, Toys Ain't Us
For eternity, through infinity
I eternally, get in ya...

What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want?
We got the funk so come on down...

Love this band so much...

Fly Straight With Perfection
Find Me A New Direction
You Never Realised The Things They Say
We'll Never Realise Until We're Dead

The Fires They Burn Along The Coast Of Triumphs
The Ebony Embittered Souls Of Children
We'll Seek Another Way Before Too Long
But Will You Stop My Wind Before I'm Gone

And When You Find Me All Alone
Your World Has Never Been My Own

And When You Find Me
And When You Find Me All Alone
Your World Has Never Been My Own

My Friend Your Black And When You Fly You're Wild
I Am White Sometimes I Behave Just Like A Child
The Northern Seas Are Cold But They're Our Own
We'll Sail Your Southern Seas Before Too Long

When I Was A Viking
My Friend He Was The Raven


Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches

Classic song. I remember getting teased at school for liking this song, god knows why. I even bought it on 7" vinyl. Stranglers rule!

Thanks very much for the save and votes - as my favourite: I was slightly disappointed that it didn't get through 6 months ago! All the lyrics:

Oh my fucking god man, ahhh. fucking serious
Jesus Christ, man. already?
Man, time flies like a motherfucker.

Rise and shine!
Yet another day to toss away
What does my clock display?
It says eight
Shit, I'm late for work again, so then
I dip with my pad and my pen
Step into the work place with my work face
Wince at my time card cuz I'm scarred
Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and gets me
A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty
Now I'm off to slave quarters
With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters
Working so they can be mothers and fathers
Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers
More petty cash to his bums and paupers
Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper
Here's the math:
You work a third of your day, away
The government takes a third of your check, correct
You go home and drink cuz you don't get
An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked
Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute
It's temporary, not infinite
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?"
I'm doing this remedial work for second graders
I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get ill
Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed
Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid
Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa!

"Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise
so I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up
with more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to
move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?"

(Hey there champ,
big boss man says you been late 3 days in a row,
better sharpen up)

Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday
Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true

Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust
How much did it cost?
Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind
"But he's bleeding!"
Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine
He'll heal on his own
if you just give him some time
Considering the fact that his face is misaligned
His legs are over there lying right next to his spine
"Lunchtime!"

Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming

My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole
Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow
He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though
Tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo
And just when I think that I'm about to go Rambo
I call up my man and he says he understands, yo
We all are being murdered by a similar process
Whether you work at the candy store
Or slave at the office
The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy
They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony
But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune
Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume
Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room
Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom
But since I really ain't getting paid for my time
I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme
Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk?
Don't you dare approach me with busy work
Take another step and get hurt
By the man that embodies mad years of anger
A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler
Everything inside of me is about to erupt
Cuz a righteous individual just likes to corrupt
I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl
So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall

Yea that's right motherfucker
you can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time
That's gonna resort to crime.
As a matter of fact, you know what?
Fakts, yo cut this motherfucker, man.

Tracers are usually used for military and law enforcement purposes, but if a side-winding-strangler gets his hands on something like that from the street, than that would be illegal. Buying tracers would either be buying them on the street or military producers/law enforcement producers. If a buyer gets it any where other than a true legal seller, than its illegal, making the use of tracers other than testing or "entertainment" purpses, it almost illegal all the time. Correct me if I'm wrong.