The dead can kill
Through noose and chair
Think not of the thrill
Do so without a care
Guilty inside the brain
Guilty outside the head
He shall taketh the pain
While the dead bury the dead
He sits in the chair
Frying to death
Spasm of pain
Breathes his last breath
Capitol justice
A powerful phrase
Capitol justice
Numbering your days
His time is upon us
Judge jury and executioner
His death a must
His soul we must conquer
Justice will play out
Much like the golden rule
Let him scream and shout
With his mind the damned fool
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Vindictive he sits
Revenge in his eyes
Gazing upon us
Remorseless as he dies
