You didn't mean to do it but you did it again The night started out fuckin' round with your friends Somebody screamed and things went bad Now you stand there acused The prosecutor sais you should be dead
And they're fryin' 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 In that little 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 lookin' 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 In that little electric chair They'll be fryin' up that hair In that little electric chair
The people are quietly lustin' for blood They wanna live in peace but they don't wanna budge From their lazy ways and their hazy notions If the other halfs livin' Let 'em eat pidgeons and live in prison!
And they're fryin' up that hair In the little electric chair They'll be fryin' up some hair In that little electric chair They'll be fryin' up that hair In that little electric chair They'll be fryin' up some hair In that little electric chair