Son Of Sam - Dead Boys

Last night in the middle of a dream

Fiery red dog eyes double beamed

Telling me directions of my soul

Poured my life inside a bullet hole

I am Son of Sam

I got death breathing from my hand

I can’t resist, I cannot fight

I’ve fallen victim to his bite

I have killed six but I’ll kill more

Sam commands my .44

Take me and strap me

To the electric chair

But you’ll never kill me

I’ll always be there

Look over your shoulder

Some dark rainy night

A dull pain will hit you

The sharp canine bit

Son of Sam!