I am the Son of Man
New York City Son of Sam
With a gun in hand
He rapes the women of our land
Blood and families
Does his death depravity
Keep out of his way
Live to lie another day
He was taught to kill
Dogs and demons gave him will
Fear and roaming nights
Some remember hating life
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he wields on the world
Now the time is here
For Son of Sam to spread fear
Mother Holy Ghost
Wicked son who kills the most
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
All he has is revenge
Gunshots full of lead
Fill his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Son of Sam killed again
kill, kill, kill
kill, kill, kill