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Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C.,

which are filled with dog manure,

vomit, stale wine, urine, and blood.

Hello from the sewers of N.Y.C.

which swallow up these delicacies when

they are washed away by the sweeper trucks.

Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of N.Y.C.

and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed

on the dried blood of the dead

that has seeped into these cracks

I 'am deeply hurt,

by your calling me a wemon hater.

I' am not. But I 'am a monster.

I' am the "Son of Sam".

I 'am a little brat.

When father Sam gets drunk

he gets mean.

He beats his family.

Sometimes he ties me up

on the back of the house.

I 'am the "monster" - "Beelzebub".

Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C.,

which are filled with dog manure,

vomit, stale wine, urine, and blood.

Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of N.Y.C.

and from the ants that dwell in these cracks.

Sam loves to drink blood.

"Go out and kill" commands Father Sam.

Behind our house some rest. Mostly young.

Raped and slaughtered,

their blood drained, just bones now.

Raped and slaughtered.

Their blood drained, just bones now.

Their blood drained, just bones now.

I love to hunt.

Prowling the streets

looking for fair game.

Tasty meat.

The wemon of Queens

are z prettyist of all.

I live for the hunt.

I live for the hunt.

Let me haunt you with the words,

I'll be back. I'll be back.

I 'am deeply hurt,

by your calling me a wemon hater.

I' am not. But I 'am a monster.

I' am the "Son of Sam".

I 'am a little brat.

When father Sam gets drunk

he gets mean.

He beats his family.

Sometimes he ties me up

on the back of the house.

I'am the "monster"

- "Beelzebub".