Son of Sam
Follow in the cue and take your hat off.
The emptiness in you, innate fake drama.
Beautiful girl, you've got a hole in your heart,
Sitting pretty 'till the world tore apart,
You were the son of Sam,
No one cares or even understands.
Lift your hands in praise and eat your answers.
Choked by all your curls, happy dead laughter
Beautiful girl, you've got a hole in your heart,
Sitting pretty 'till the world tore apart,
You were the son of Sam,
No one cares or even understands at all.
The city took my only love,
The end of the line, the beat and the hum.
You look so pretty in the light of the night,
The only joy, the sound of your lung.
Beautiful girl, you've got a hole in your heart,
Sitting pretty 'till the world tore apart,
You were the son of Sam,
No one cares or even understands