O maior poeta do rock

Now the jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge sentenced me to death

Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch on and snaps my poor head back

You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to live, said into that great void my soul'd be hurled

They wanted to know why I did what I did

Sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world