Elliott Smith - Son of Sam

we'll sit for days talk about things
important to us like whatever
we'll defuse bombs walk marathons
and take on whatever together

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, that 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
more like son of sam