Turned down! dead man in the dock
The pardon board has done it's job
I break down, guards lead me away
I have lost the game
Outside people celebrate
My day of death they can't await
I shiver as i hear their words, again and again:
Clean out the brute! electrocute!
How can i face my destiny?
The strap-down team's awaiting me
To end my life in chains and cells, a life in hell
To pray for delay or clemency
The last rites of humanity
Is this what is left for me?
I still hear them yell:
Clean out the brute! electrocute!
