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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!