The pardon board refuses the aquittal of the murderer. outside the
Courthouse there's a pro-death sentence demonstration and the people
Demand his annihilation

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!