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Have you seen the iron lady's charms |
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Legs of steel, leather on her arms |
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Taking on a man to die |
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A life for a life, an eye for an eye |
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And death's the iron lady in the chair |
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Stop the murder, deter the crimes away |
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Only killing shows that killing doesn't pay |
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Yes that's the kind of law it takes |
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Even though we make mistakes |
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And sometimes send the wrong man to the chair |
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In the death row waiting for their turn |
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No time to change, not a chance to learn |
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Waiting for someone to call |
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Say it's over after all |
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They won't have to face the justice of the chair |
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Just before they serve him one last meal |
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Shave his head, they ask him how he feels |
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Then the warden comes to say goodbye |
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Reporters come to watch him die |
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Watch him as he's strapped into the chair |
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And the chaplain, he reads the final prayer |
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Be brave my son, the Lord is waiting there |
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Oh murder is so wrong you see |
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Both the Bible and the courts agree |
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That the state's allowed to murder in the chair |
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In the courtroom, watch the balance of the scales |
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If the price is right, there's time for more appeals |
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The strings are pulled, the switch is stayed |
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The finest lawyers fees are paid |
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And a rich man never died upon the chair |
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Have you seen the iron lady's charms |
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Legs of steel, leather on her arms |
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Taking on a man to die |
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A life for a life, an eye for an eye |
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That's the iron lady in the chair |
