Something’s happening, don’t speak too soon
I told the boss off and made my move, got nowhere to go
Son of Sam, son of the shining path, the clouded mind

The couple killer, each and every time

I’m not [bad word]  feeling weird
Lonely leered, options disappear, but I know what to do
Son of Sam, son of a doctor’s touch, a nurse’s love

Acting under orders from above

King for a day

Son of Sam, son of the shining path, the clouded mind

The couple [bad word] out of time

Shiva opens her arms now
To make sure I don’t get too far
I may talk in my sleep tonight ‘cause I don’t know what I am
I’m a little like you, more like Son of Sam