*featuring The Stooges
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You didn't mean to do it
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But you did it again
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The night started out
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Fuckin' around with your friends
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Somebody screamed and thingd went bad
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Now you're standing accused
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And the prosectuor says you should be dead
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And they're fryin'up your hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up your hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up your hair
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In that little electric chair
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Fryin' up your hair
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In that little electric chair
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Electric chair
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Electric chair
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Electric chair
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Easy street is nice in a lawless nation
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The police puts some flyers in circulation
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Stuck one in my door with some scary mugshot
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They're looking for some bad boys
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Height, weight, age, race, tatoos too
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But they're fryin'up that hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up some hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up some hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up that hair
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In that little electric chair
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Electric chair
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Electric chair
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Electric chair
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The people are quietly lusting for blood
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They wanna live in peace but they don't wanna budge
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From their lazy ways and lazy notions
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If the other half's win
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Let' em eat pigeons
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And live in prison
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And they're fryin'up that hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up some hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up that hair
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In that little electric chair
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They'll be fryin'up some hair
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In that little electric chair
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Electric chair
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Electric chair
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Electric chair
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Electric chair
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Little Electric Chair
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Iggy Pop |