TEXAS DEATH ROW BLOOPERS

(music: Glenn Love/Stool)

Way down south in the land of Dixie

They fry three fuckers a week

Folks gather ’round them prison walls

Exercising their free speech

Some thumbs are up, some thumbs are down

Hucksters peddle novelties

Of death row figurines

Beggin’ for fuckin’ mercy

White trash kin postpone their grief

They’re darlings of the TV set

Live to air with salon hair

Pain ain’t private – it’s public!

The innocent guy got tried and fried

Left a widow, kids and debt

And kinfolk are eager to share

Every little sordid aspect