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Judge said, Son, you better say your prayers Got a noose that fits you and some gallow stairs And by this time tomorrow you wont be alive Soon well be giving you 10,000 volts And I said, Make that twenty-five The firing squad have got me right in their sights Got me strapped up tightly with some dynamite And I hear the executioner has got a brand new kink Hes giving me cyanide to breathe and strychnine to drink So dress me in chains and bind me in shackles The last thing youll hear is my cold-hearted cackle The last thing youll see is my twisted leer Im a condemned man and Ill never get out of here The searchlights sweeping up from the prison tower The clock is creeping up to the midnight hour Outside theyre wailing, Repent, repent, repent, and believe Theres a telephone ringing but no chance of reprieve All you straight-shooters and God-fearing dolts Can be scared rigid by electrical volts But I cant be killed by any regular means Or Ill come back to haunt you and visit your dreams So dress me in chains and bind me in shackles The last thing youll hear is my cold-hearted cackle The last things Ill leave are my fondest regards Im a condemned man and theyre dragging me these last few yards (from > National Ransack, 2010 - 4 Song EP)
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 14:04:42 +0000

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