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You're sitting there on death row
As the days just slip by slow
You commmitted a stupid crime
Now you're doing hard time
You finally realized what you did
And see without a doubt
They're sending you six feet underground
There won't be no way out
They found you guilty of murder
And tried you in the third degree
You tried to tell them you're insane
And think they'd set you free
That's not quite what they had in mind
That's not how it will be
You're going to die and rot in hell
And never be set free
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You've been sentenced to die
In the electric chair
Your nails claw into the wood
As sweat pours down from your head
Saliva runs down your neck
You look like a fuking wreck
Your face is turning red
As your eyes pop out of your head
You commmitted a senseless crime
For which there's no excuse
Now they're throwing the book at you
You know you're gonna lose
"Death" will be the sentence
So the verdict stands
There's no more to be said
You'll be taking your last stand