Narcotics Division - Bad Dog Sam Lyrics

This is a police sketch
Of a suspect in one of the nastiest murder cases
New York police have had come their way in a long time
The killer police are looking for
Is called the .44 caliber killer
Because of the weapon he has used

Stalking little girls
Tight f*cking clothes
Gun in the bag
You think you're going mad
When Berkowitz kills
The television's thrilled
The Son of Sam Lives
The Dog is your god

Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

Stalking little girls
Tight f*cking clothes
Gun in the bag
You think you're going mad
When Berkowitz kills
The television's thrilled
The Son of Sam Lives
The Dog is your god

Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

What did you get out of it
Nothing, nothing
So you were not happy when you were doing this
No, no, I, I just felt like I just like felt I had no mind, I felt like something else was controlling, controlling me
And you took it through a dog

Stalking little girls
Tight f*cking clothes
Gun in the bag
You think you're going mad
When Berkowitz kills
The television's thrilled
The Son of Sam Lives
The Dog is your god

Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam

You're a
Bad Dog
Bad Dog
Bad Dog Sam