Song parody of
Son of Sam
by Impavid
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The acrid taste
Of ribaldry
The hate misplaced
For fallacies
That times
Bowdlerized
From memory
Son of sam
Son of sam
The killer that I am
The verbal vitriol
Sympathetic to a cause
That's all slowly sliding down
And they blame it on the cross
Noisey stabbing won't stop even when the point is lost
Son of sam son of
And I wasn't impressed
By the way that they
Dress and
Dress and
Dress and dress
In shades of anaemic green
And corduroy
The melted minds They like to bleed
A childrens toy
And bodies scattered in the street
Incomplete
As they beat
Their bloody drums
To the march of the calloused mind
Son of sam
Son of sam
The killer that I am
The verbal vitriol
Sympathetic to a cause
That'll stop
That'll end
You guide their bloody hand
Down to your jaw and bend
The words inside your maw
They'll kick you till you crawl
They'll kick you till you crawl
The breaths long
Cellophane
Against the face
Suffocate
And As i'll leave
You'll feel great
Oh please tell me more
Tell me
More
Leaving
Part of me
Tinder
Leaves
Crackling
Kerosean
Clear as speech
Burning arms
Clawing deep
Part of me
Losing sight
I cant
Breath
Breath
Breath
Choking on
The air beneath
It sings ofSmoke
Under the streets
And I
Cant breath
Friends gone
The breath is long
The Clutch
The acrid taste
Of ribaldry
The hate misplaced
For fallacies
That times
Bowdlerized
From memory
Son of sam
Son of sam
The killer that I am
The verbal vitriol
Sympathetic to a cause
That's all slowly sliding down
And they blame it on the cross
Noisey stabbing won't stop even when the point is lost
Son of sam son of
And I wasn't impressed
By the way that they
Dress and
Dress and
Dress and dress
In shades of anaemic green
And corduroy
The melted minds They like to bleed
A childrens toy
And bodies scattered in the street
Incomplete
As they beat
Their bloody drums
To the march of the calloused mind
Son of sam
Son of sam
The killer that I am
The verbal vitriol
Sympathetic to a cause
That'll stop
That'll end
You guide their bloody hand
Down to your jaw and bend
The words inside your maw
They'll kick you till you crawl
They'll kick you till you crawl
The breaths long
Cellophane
Against the face
Suffocate
And As i'll leave
You'll feel great
Oh please tell me more
Tell me
More
Leaving
Part of me
Tinder
Leaves
Crackling
Kerosean
Clear as speech
Burning arms
Clawing deep
Part of me
Losing sight
I cant
Breath
Breath
Breath
Choking on
The air beneath
It sings ofSmoke
Under the streets
And I
Cant breath
Friends gone
The breath is long
The Clutch
