Another Bad Day on Death Row

As with many tunes, this one started with the title. The bulk of the lyrics came easily after that. Written April 17 & 19, 2008; finished October 15, 2009.

 

Good to see you, baby, pardon my appearance

Truth be told, I’m so glad your parents

Aren’t around to further test their endurance

Of being related to me

Of being related to me

 

Baby that’s a bruise, not a concussion

What should be our point of discussion

Is how I had it in for that beady-eyed Russian

Since he moved in with you

Since he moved in with you

 

Didn’t reflect well upon my character

Cutting off his head with the fury of Lucifer

That didn’t sit well with my parole officer

That’s how I got my own room

That’s how I got my own room

It’s another bad day, it’s another bad day, it’s another bad day on death row

 

Learn how to nod, learn how to grovel

Watch things turn from bad to awful

Screws confiscated the only novel

That takes me away from here

That takes me away from here

It’s another bad day, it’s another bad day, it’s another bad day on death row

 

Only thing worse than lethal injection

Would be the pain of an ill-timed rejection

You gotta hang around until my resurrection

I learned that one in Sunday school

I learned that one in Sunday school

It’s another bad day, it’s another bad day, it’s another bad day on death row

It’s another bad day, it’s another bad day, it’s another bad day on death row

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