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