Letters From Sing Sing

Huh

I swore, there's no violence in my heart

But some priors with firearms gave the judge enough proof

To rule killing your man's no fluke

My left eye hid behind its lid

While the glass one was staring into the endless midnight

Of life locked away from you

So I begged him to—

Plug me in and hit the switch

Strike me with lighting

I'll wear my dancing boots of polished python skin

And kick 'til she's smiling

If killing's what I did, killed's what I should get

Elena, you believe this place?

It's called Sing Sing, but there ain't no karaoke

The guys get shy around spotlights

But if the state's swayed by my case

To resurrect the death house days and dust off Old Sparky

You'll see how bright this songbird fries

We'll harmonize when they—

Plug me in and hit the switch

Strike me with lighting

I want to hear you laugh like a little kid

Through the crackling wires

It'll sting a bit when the show begins

And my blood's ignited

But if we're reunited, baby, I won't mind it

Women want to send me photos, I tell them how to pose

Tape them up in my locker with halos of paint-pen gold

In sleep, I climb their bodies in a steep, writhing heap

At the top, you kneel before me

Howling like a preacher's dog in heat

Plug me in and hit the switch

Smite me with lighting

Witness me ascend, glowing from within

For my love burns brightly

Flames won't cleanse this heart of sin

So let's stop pretending

No, you want vengeance

Baby, come and get it