Last meal and a cigarette
behind these iron bars
I let the chaplain say one last prayer
that's what they're paying him for

Shackles will be coming soon
So I don't get away
Nothing will deprive them of
the killing they'll do today

CHORUS:  Selected readings from the bible
                    Serve one and all
                    and eases the conscience
                    as the last bell tolls

So now I'm bound and chained again
as I stagger down the hall
Six guards are watching me
so I don't hurt myself when I fall

The killing room is chilly now
the chair looks hard
I'd always hoped I'd see friendly faces
as I went to my reward

CHORUS

I can feel their faces peering in
as they strap me to the chair
Silently they do their jobs
pretending they don't care

Witnesses assembled now
for this final show
Oh the stories they will tell
when finally they get home

CHORUS

Now they're waiting on my last words
before they throw the switch
I can finally say what I've been thinking
Not much they can do about it

I say good-bye to my Mom and Dad
then to all my friends
I protest my innocence
until the very end

Just before they throw the switch
I close my eyes and pray
and ask that I meet them all in hell
come their judgement days

CHORUS

©1998 Owen Clarke


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