Sittin' in the electric chair
Soon I'll be gone
Hey warden, turn the juice onBeen a bad man or so they say
Me, I blame it on my DNA
Couldn't help goin' wrong
Hey warden, turn the juice onIt was the start of the huntin' season
Had a lil' accident with a machine gun
Went an' sprayed my dad an' mom
Hey warden, turn the juice onThought I had a license to kill
I did it for the money an' I did it for the thrill
Ski mask an' a shotgun
Hey warden, turn the juice onBreakin' into houses for a lil' killin' an' torture
I admit it, ain't doin' what I oughta
A lil' rape, a lil' homicide
Always made me feel so good inside
(Come on)I've been a lil' antisocial in my time
But is choppin' up girls such a crime?
Don't care what they say when I'm gone
Hey warden, turn the juice onI've done a few things I can't tell you friend
Society says I gotta make amends
Eatin' people they say is wrong
Hey warden, turn the juice onTurn off your lights, your kettles an' TVs
Warden needs all that juice for fryin' me
Sittin' in the electric chair, soon I'll be gone
Hey warden, turn the juice on
Songwriters
Ian M CarnochanPublished by
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