Hello from the gutter of " new york city " - a son of sam " sam " ,my farther needs some blood To preserve his youth I love to hunt, prowling the streets Looking for your tasty meat Keep out of my way Or you will die ! here we go now, yeah ! Hello from the gutter of " new york city " - a son of sam Demons commanded me To kill by this 44 I'm on a different wave length Than everybody else Keep out of my way Or you will die ! Kill for my master " sam " In this hole lives wicked king Breed for my master " sam " I'm a son of a gun 44 caliber killer