General Jack of the Cosmos
Tells me what to do
If he barks your name at me
I have to come for you
All the cops spinning out because
They don't know who I am
But if you see me prowling around your street
Call me Son of Sam
I write in signs of sorrow
From the underground
In the dark that crawls along
Have to put you down
All the fellas freaking out because
They don't know who I am
But if you see me prowling around your street
Call me Son of Sam
All the ladies going crazy because
They don't know who I am
But if you see me prowling around your street
Call me Son of Sam
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