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Sitting here in my cell writing a letterThanking all the people who made my living conditions betterAnd thanks to the justice systemI'm making a millionMy lawyer got me a book dealNow I'm making a killing just from making a killingI got an agent for the publicityAn accountant to count my royaltiesThe talk shows want me, sorry I can't goI'm stuck here on death rowYou call me Hannibal Lechter, if I was smarterIf I was Charlie Manson you'd make me a martyr wouldn't yaYou'd call me a handsome man if I was BundyBut if I looked like John Wayne Gasey you'd just say I'm funny, not ha ha funnyChorus:Tried to act my career just floppedKilled my neighbor, got on CopsProblem is, I only made one show nowI'm stuck here on death rowThe poor victim's families never make a dimeNetworks say I'm not prime timeAll my cell mates on my cell blockSay I'm the hottest topic at the coffee shopsWaitress cries, "God how they should free me"Send me her love letters, says someday she'd really love to meet meTells her customers people should forgive me for the things I doI wonder if I kill her would her family forgive me too?ChorusThanks for the attention and the publicityThe taxpayer's dollars that you spend on meThanks for the good meal, dry bed, and these warm clothesI'm alive and well on death row
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