Sitting here in my cell writing a letter
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Thanking all the people who made my living conditions better
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And thanks to the justice system
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I'm making a million
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My lawyer got me a book deal
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Now I'm making a killing just from making a killing
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I got an agent for the publicity
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An accountant to count my royalties
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The talk shows want me, sorry I can't go
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I'm stuck here on death row
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You call me Hannibal Lechter, if I was smarter
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If I was Charlie Manson you'd make me a martyr wouldn't ya
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You'd call me a handsome man if I was Bundy
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But if I looked like John Wayne Gasey you'd just say I'm funny, not ha ha funny
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Chorus:
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Tried to act my career just flopped
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Killed my neighbor, got on Cops
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Problem is, I only made one show now
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I'm stuck here on death row
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The poor victim's families never make a dime
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Networks say I'm not prime time
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All my cell mates on my cell block
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Say I'm the hottest topic at the coffee shops
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Waitress cries, "God how they should free me"
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Send me her love letters, says someday she'd really love to meet me
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Tells her customers people should forgive me for the things I do
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I wonder if I kill her would her family forgive me too?
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Chorus
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Thanks for the attention and the publicity
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The taxpayer's dollars that you spend on me
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Thanks for the good meal, dry bed, and these warm clothes
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I'm alive and well on death row
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Letter from Death Row
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| Poison |
