Son Of Sam - Elliott Smith

Something’s happening
Don’t speak too soon
I told the boss off, made my move
Got nowhere to go
Son of Sam
Son of the shining path, the clouded mind
The couple killer each and every time

I’m not uncomfortable feeling weird
Lonely leered, options disappeared
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 the shining path, the clouded mind
The 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
‘cos I don’t know what I am
I’m a little like you
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