Woo!nWoo!nWoo!nWoo!nnYou didn't mean to do it but you did it againnThe night started out fuckin' round with your friendsnSomebody screamed and things went badnNow you stand there acusednThe prosecutor sais you should be deadnnAnd they're fryin' up your hairnIn that little electric chairnThey'll be fryin' up your hairnIn that little electric chairnThey'll be fryin' up your hairnIn that little electric chairnFryin' up your hairnIn that little electric chairnnElectric chairnElectric chairnElectric chairnnEasy street is nice in a lawless nationnThe police put some flyers in circulationnStuck one in my door with some scary mugshotnThey're lookin' for some bad boysnHeight, weight, age, race, tattoos too!nnAnd they're fryin' up that hairnIn that little electric chairnThey'll be fryin' up some hairnIn that little electric chairnFryin' up some hairnIn that little electric chairnThey'll be fryin' up that hairnIn that little electric chairnnElectric chairnWoo!nElectric chairnWoo!nElectric chairnWoo!nnThe people are quietly lustin' for bloodnThey wanna live in peace but they don't wanna budgenFrom their lazy ways and their hazy notionsnIf the other halfs livin'nLet 'em eat pidgeons and live in prison!nnAnd they're fryin' up that hairnIn the little electric chairnThey'll be fryin' up some hairnIn that little electric chairnThey'll be fryin' up that hairnIn that little electric chairnThey'll be fryin' up some hairnIn that little electric chairnnYeahnElectric chairnElectric chairnElectric chairnElectric chairnElectric chairnElectric chairnWoo!nElectric chairnWoo!nElectric chairnElectric chairnWoo!nElectric chairnElectric chairnWoo!