Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps

Rumours of glory Something is shining Like gold but better Above the dark town After the sun's gone down Two vapour trails cross the sky Catching the day's last slow goodbye Black skyline looks rich as velvet Smiles mixed with curses The crowd disperses

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who

Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat