Rise up Son of Man

New York cities' Son of Sam

With a gun in hand

He reaps the women 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...