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...