Son of Sam (acoustic) - Elliott Smith

Something's happening, don't speak too soon

I told the boss off and made my move, got nowhere to go

Son of Sam, son of a 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 a 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 'cause I don't know what I am

I'm a little like you, more like Son of Sam