I got two feet on my left
I got two feet on my right
They’s walking me down to the electric chair
All I did was kill my mother
Father, brother
Sister too
Why do I have to die
I was doing a good job
Eating acorns from the tree
Don’t you come around me
Be taking my acorns
The bitter things were in my blood
I already had a charge
Oh why, do I got to die
The yellow trucks and red cars
The chocolates you love
Ooh whee, why must I die
Everything was making sense
Locked up in my little room