I know you try to stay happy
But the winds of doubt are blowing heavy
Tell me girl do you like the Cro-Mags and Turnstile?
If you do, I'm begging you
Come with me, let me be your doom boy
We could hold hands
Listen to Slayer in the back of my Dodge Caravan
Do you delight in rule breaking?
Dancing to thrash and hailing Satan?
Okay, alright
Let's rage tonight
Crank the dial and stay a while
Then you'll see I could be your doom boy
We could hold hands
Listen to Slayer in the back of my Dodge Caravan
It's my Mom's Dodge Caravan
Doom boy
We could hold hands
Listen to Slayer in the back of my Dodge Caravan
Yeah
Let me be your doom boy baby