| Son of Man
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| Rise up Son of Man
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| New York cities' Son of Sam
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| With a gun in hand
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| He reaps the wimen of our land
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| Blood and family does his death depravity
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| Keep out of his way
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| Live to lie another day
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| He picked up a .44 calibur gun
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| To shoot her down, down
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| He was told to kill
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| Dogs and Demons gave him will
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| Fear and roaming nights
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| Some remember hating life
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| Nobody wants him
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| He just stares at the world
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| Planning his vengance
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| That he will soon unfurl
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| Now the time is here
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| For Son of Sam to spread fear
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| Father holy ghost, wicked son who kills the most
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| Nobody wants him
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| They just turn their heads
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| Nobody helps him
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| Now he has his revenge
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| Down, down, down…
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| Gunshots full of lead
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| Fills his victims full of dread
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| Running as fast as they can
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| Son of Sam killed again!
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| Down, down, down…
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| Down, down, down… |