Botched Execution - Shovels & Rope

Lyricist：Michael Trent/Cary Ann Hearst

They botched my execution back in 1996

I climbed out of a window and I hopped over the fence

Had to dig myself a tunnel put my feet on the cement

And started running running running ain't nobody seen me since

And now I've got to find a friend

Someone to tell I didn't do it

But now my picture's in the paper

There's no way that I can prove it

And the body's in the closet

'Cause I never got to move it

Now the neighbor kids are talking saying

Everybody knew it

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

All my little seeds have grown

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

Sooner later come back home

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhh oh

Leave a trail of crumbs

A lure for them to bite on

In a motel 6 thank God nobody left the light on

Dressed myself in women's clothing and

A wig that I had tried on

Tried to cleanse myself of all those alibis

I had relied on

And now I'm lying on my back

Looking at the ceiling

When suddenly I am distracted by

That old familiar feeling

With the table and the devil and

The cards that he was dealing

I was sure enough a slave and some poor

Soul I would be stealing tonight

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

All my little seeds have grown

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

Sooner later come back home

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhh oh

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhh oh

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhh oh

Well hitched my skirt

Climbed up the car on the railroad

Found myself a gazing down

The barrel at a crossroad

Hide out in the circus rob a bank

Hit the payload

Or wait out in the darkness with

The freaks and kinda lay low

A storm had downed a power line

Laying on the trainway

Standing in a puddle

Felt a shock and in a ditch lay

In my final moments I could hear the lucky judge say

Well I guess the execution went as scheduled anyway

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

All my little seeds have grown

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhh

Sooner later come back home

Ahhhhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh

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