| 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 |