no dice, buddy, cause you broke the law
never shoulda murdered your mother-in-law
now, god may forgive ya for the things ya done
but the state of california's kill ya , son
gonna trade your cell for a six foot hole
and where you're goin', fella, there's no chance of parole
god bless america, you're free to choose
but either way you know you're gonna lose
electric chair.....gas chamber
never forget....always remember
gonna get your answer at the break of dawn
gonna get the treatment you decided on
will it be the voltage or the cyanide ?
either way, its the final ride
two ways to go when you're on death row
when you're on death row, you have two ways to go
you can smoke
you can choke
might s'well go for broke
cause you're gonna croak
and that ain't no joke
electric chair....gas chamber
never forget....always remember
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