Peds Berkowitz
ISOLATED AND FEELING MEAN THE DEMON DOGS HAVE BEGUN TO SCREAM HE SITS ALONE CLEANING HIS GUN CONTEMPLATING ON WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE (CHORUS) BERKOWITZ DRIVING HIS CAR AT NIGHT BERKOWITZ LOOKING FOR LOVERS BERKOWITZ PACKING HIS 44 THE SCREAMS ARE LOUD AS HE TURNS TO LEAVE AND SPENDS ANOTHER NIGHT ROAMING THE STREETS TWO REMAIN CRIPPLED AND PARALYZED TO SEE THE LOOK OF DEATH IN THEIR PRETTY EYES BERKOWITZ BERKOWITZ BERKOWITZ (GUITAR SOLO) HE THINKS OF BLOOD AS HE FIRES HIS PIECE HE THINKS OF NOTHING BUT HIS RELEASE SIX DEAD AND SEVEN ALL FUCKED YOUR LUCKS RUN OUT SO NOW YOUR NUMBERS UP (CHORUS)