| You didn’t mean to do it
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| But you did it again
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| The night started out
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| Fuckin' around with your friends
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| Somebody screamed and thingd went bad
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| Now you’re standing accused
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| And the prosectuor says you should be dead
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| And they’re fryin’up your hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up your hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up your hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| Fryin' up your hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Easy street is nice in a lawless nation
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| The police puts some flyers in circulation
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| Stuck one in my door with some scary mugshot
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| They’re looking for some bad boys
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| Height, weight, age, race, tatoos too
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| But they’re fryin’up that hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up some hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up some hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up that hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| The people are quietly lusting for blood
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| They wanna live in peace but they don’t wanna budge
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| From their lazy ways and lazy notions
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| If the other half’s win
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| Let' em eat pigeons
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| And live in prison
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| And they’re fryin’up that hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up some hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up that hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| They’ll be fryin’up some hair
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| In that little electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Electric chair
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| Electric chair |