Sanoja: Iggy Pop. Skull Ring. Little Electric Chair.

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 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 a 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 the little electric chair

Electric chair
Electric chair
Electric chair

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 winnin' let' em eat pigeons and live in prison

And they'll be fryin' up that hair in that 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, yeah

Electric chair
Electric chair
Electric chair
Electric chair

Electric chair
Electric chair
Electric chair
Electric chair

Electric chair
Electric chair