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
