| They botched my execution back in 1996
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| I climbed out of a window and I hopped over the fence
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| Had to dig myself a tunnel, put my feet on the cement
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| And started runnin' runnin' runnin' and ain’t nobody seen me since
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| So, now I gotta find a friend, someone to tell I didn’t do it
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| But my picture’s in the paper and there’s no way that I can prove it
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| And the body’s in the closet 'cause I never got to move it
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| Now the neighbor’s kids are talking sayin' everybody knew it
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| All my little seeds have grown
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| Sooner later come back home
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| Leave a trail of crumbs a little lure for them to bite on
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| In a Motel 6, thank God nobody left the light on
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| Dressed myself in women’s clothing and a wig that I had tried on
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| Tried to cleanse myself of all those alibis I had relied on
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| Now I’m lying on my back looking at the ceiling
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| When suddenly I am distracted by that old familiar feeling
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| With the table and the devil and the cards that he was dealing
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| I was sure enough a slave and some poor soul I would be stealing tonight
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| All my little seeds have grown
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| Sooner later come back home
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| Hitched my skirt, climbed up a car on the railroad
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| Found myself a’gazing down the barrel at the crossroad
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| Hide out in the circus, rob a bank, hit the payload
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| Or wait out in the darkness with the freaks and kinda lay low
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| A storm had downed a power line, laying on the trainway
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| Standing in a puddle, felt a shock and in a ditch lay
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| In my final moments I could hear the lucky judge say
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| Well, I guess the execution went as scheduled anyways
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| All my little seeds have grown
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| Sooner later come back home |