Lyrics: Elliott Smith
Music: Elliott Smith
Somethings happening, don't speak to soon
I told the boss off and made my move
Got no where to go
Son of sam, son of a shining path, the clouded mind
Couple killer each and every time
Im not uncomfortable, feeling weird
Long revered options disappear
But I know what to do
Son of sam, son of a doctors touch, a nurses 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 dont get to far
I may talk in my sleep tonight cause I dont know what I am
Im a little like you, more like son of sam