| Sitting here in my cell writing a letter
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| Thanking all the people who made my living conditions better
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| And thanks to the justice system
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| I’m making a million
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| My lawyer got me a book deal
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| Now I’m making a killing just from making a killing
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| I got an agent for the publicity
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| An accountant to count my royalties
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| The talk shows want me, sorry I can’t go
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| I’m stuck here on death row
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| You call me Hannibal Lechter, if I was smarter
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| If I was Charlie Manson you’d make me a martyr wouldn’t ya
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| You’d call me a handsome man if I was Bundy
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| But if I looked like John Wayne Gasey you’d just say I’m funny, not ha ha funny
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| Chorus:
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| Tried to act my career just flopped
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| Killed my neighbor, got on Cops
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| Problem is, I only made one show now
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| I’m stuck here on death row
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| The poor victim’s families never make a dime
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| Networks say I’m not prime time
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| All my cell mates on my cell block
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| Say I’m the hottest topic at the coffee shops
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| Waitress cries, «God how they should free me»
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| Send me her love letters, says someday she’d really love to meet me
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| Tells her customers people should forgive me for the things I do
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| I wonder if I kill her would her family forgive me too?
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| Chorus
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| Thanks for the attention and the publicity
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| The taxpayer’s dollars that you spend on me
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| Thanks for the good meal, dry bed, and these warm clothes
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| I’m alive and well on death row |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Letter From Death Row , by - Bret Michaels. Song from the album A Letter From Death Row, in the genre Иностранный рок