Electric Chair - Ron Asheton, Scott Asheton, Mike Watt

You didn’t mean to do it

But you did it again

The night started out

Fuckin' around with your friends

Somebody screamed and thingd went bad

Now you’re standing accused

And the prosectuor says you should be dead

And they’re fryin’up your hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up your hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up your hair

In that little electric chair

Fryin' up your hair

In that little electric chair

Electric chair

Electric chair

Electric chair

Easy street is nice in a lawless nation

The police puts some flyers in circulation

Stuck one in my door with some scary mugshot

They’re looking for some bad boys

Height, weight, age, race, tatoos too

But they’re fryin’up that hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up some hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up some hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up that hair

In that little electric chair

Electric chair

Electric chair

Electric chair

The people are quietly lusting for blood

They wanna live in peace but they don’t wanna budge

From their lazy ways and lazy notions

If the other half’s win

Let' em eat pigeons

And live in prison

And they’re fryin’up that hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up some hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up that hair

In that little electric chair

They’ll be fryin’up some hair

In that little electric chair

Electric chair

Electric chair

Electric chair

Electric chair