Doom Boy

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

Let me be your doom boy, baby