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