Im sitting here alone, in my cold dark cell
In less than 2 hours, my soul will be in hell
I killed a man, I watched him die
For this crime, I have been sentenced to fry
With time ticking hastily away, I am reviewing my life
I am praying for God to watch over my wife
The cell door opens, is it time to die?
It's just my meal cold, shriveled and dry
In comes the guards to shave my head
In less than one hour, I will be dead
In comes the phone, time for my last good-bye
I am glad my family will not be here, to see me die
I walk down the hall, toward the big wooden chair
My head is cold, I have no hair
The execution room is bright and exteremely bright
I close my eyes to block that fearful site
I look at the chair, a big wooden seat with wires in place
Time is drawing near, my heart starts to race
A single tear rolls down my cheek, it's no good to fight
In less than 15 minutes, my soul will take flight
I sit down and feel the restraints tighten
Please God o please don't let me be frightened
They open the curtain, I look for a friendly face
Not seeing one, I hang my head in disgrace
They say my last words, it's now time to give
I shout with my all "let me live, let me live"
They cover my face with a small black curtain
If the phone doesn't ring, my death is certain
I hear the phone ring, is this it am I saved?
"Throw the switch" is the order they gave
I take a deep breath and prepare to die
I hear a click and my insides begin to fry
They stop the first jolt, I am still alive
Fighting with death and pain, I want to survive
The second jolt comes I feel my muscles grow tight
Is this what you in the public call right?