As I sit up in my cell.
My last few years, I'm trapped in hell !
The calling, has it just begun ?
Sitting at the end of a barrelled gun.
Don't know when the trigger will pull.
Of what I done, I'm such a fool !
Waiting for the electric chair.
The feeling I have is such a scare !
As your pulse begins to run.
The felling of that is no fun !
The people are coming to watch me die.
The weirdest thing is they begin to cry.
They say "Thank God it's happening now ! "
They pull down the lever you hear, POW ! POW !
The electric pulsates through your skin.
The feeling of that, Where to begin ?
As I know my time is done.
No more worry of the prisoner fund !
Michael E
