Electrocute! - Warhead

Turned down!

Dead man in the dock

The Pardon Board has done it’s job

I break down, guards lead me away

I have lost the game

Outside people celebrate

My day of death they can’t await

I shiver as I hear their words, again and again:

CLEAN OUT THE BRUTE!

ELECTROCUTE!

How can I face my destiny?

The Strap-down Team’s awaiting me To end my life in chains and cells, a life in hell

To pray for delay or clemency

The last rites of humanity

Is this what is left for me?

I still hear them yell:

CLEAN OUT THE BRUTE!

ELECTROCUTE!