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Copyright Notice: Iggy Pop, "Skull Ring," ©
2003, Virgin Records America, Inc.
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Little Electric Chair
Reprogram Yourself, by Tara Carreon
WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
You didn't mean to do it
but you did it again
The night started out
Fuckin around with your friends
Somebody screamed and things went bad
Now you're standing accused
AND THE PROSECUTOR SAYS YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!
And
they're frying' up your hair
In that little electric chair
They'll be fryin' up your hair
in that little electric chair
They'll be fryin' up your hair
In that little electric chair
Fryin' up your hair
In that little electric chair
Electric chair
Electric chair
Electric chair
Easy
street is nice in a lawless nation
The police put some flyers in circulation
Stuck one in my door with some scary mugshot
They're looking for some bad boys
Height, weight, age, race, tattoos too
And
they're fryin' up that hair
in that little electric chair
They'll be fryin' up some hair
in that little electric chair
fryin' up some hair
in that little electric chair
They'll be fryin' up that hair
in that little electric chair
Electric chair, WHOA!
Electric chair, WHOA! BZZZT!
Electric chair, WHOA!
The
people are quietly lusting for blood
they wanna live in peace
but they don't wanna budge
from their lazy ways and their hazy notions
if the other half's livin'
let em eat pigeons
and live in prison
And
they're fryin' up that hair, SSST!
in the little electric chair
they'll be fryin' up some hair
with that little electric chair
they'll be fryin' up that hair, SSST!
in that little electric chair
they'll be fryin' up some hair
in that little electric chair
Yeah, electric chair
electric chair
Ohhh, electric chair
electric chair
electric chair
electric chair, WHOA!
electric chair
electric chair, WHOA!
electric chair
electric chair, WHOA!
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