Letter From Death Row

Sitting here in my cell writing a letter
Thanking all the people who made my living conditions better
And thanx to the justice system
I'm making a million
My lawyer got me a book deal
Now I'm making a killing just from making a killing
I got an agent for the publicity
An accountant to count my royalties
(chorus)
The talk shows want me, sorry I can't go
I'm stuck here on death row

You call me Hannibal Lechter, if I was smarter
If I was Charlie Manson
You'd make me a martyr wouldn't ya
You'd call me a handsome man
If I was Bundy
But if I look like John Wayne Gasey
You'd just say I'm funny, not ha ha funny
Tried to act my career just flopped
Killed my neighbor, got on Cops

(chorus)
Problem is, I only made one show now
I'm stuck here on death row

The poor victim's families never make a dime
Networks say I'm not primetime
All my cellmates on my cellblock
Say I'm the hottest topic at the coffee shops
Waitress cries, "God how they should free me"
Send me her love letters, says someday
She'd really love to meet me
Tells her customers people should
Forgive me for the things I do
I wonder if I kill her
Would her family forgive me too?
Thanx for the attention and the publicity
The taxpayer's dollars that you spend on me
Thanx for the good meal, dry bed, and these warm clothes
I'm alive and well on death row

© Bret Michaels. Written by Bret Michaels.

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