He laid face down. In the desert sand. Clutching a sixgun. In his hand. And me & Maria went to watch him die.. Suddenly the raised and said:. Help me now, or I shoot you dead!..
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI]. . HELLO FROM THE GUTTER OF " NEW YORK CITY " - A SON OF SAM. " SAM " ,MY FARTHER NEEDS SOME BLOOD. TO PRESERVE HIS YOUTH.