Son of Sam -
by Elliott Smith
| 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 a shining path, the clouded mind | |
| Couple killer each and every time | |
| I'm not uncomfortable, 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 a shining path, the clouded mind | |
| Couple killer running 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 |