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)