At midnight, an hour from now... they're gonna flick the switch
Down the hall, beyond the iron door... they're gonna end my life
I will see you all in hell, isn't that where we all must go?
I will not tell you what I did... it doesn't matter now
I will tell,how weird it is, to know exactly when you're gonna go
I am a killer... I'm gonna get what I deserve
I am a killer, they're gonna fry my each and every nerve
It is not, the soul I sell, it's not the pain from hell
It is not the feel of dying, of that I was never afraid
I will see you all in hell, isn't that where we all must go?
Gazing at the iron door, while time is slipping away
What's really driving me insane
Is what to do with my final hour
I am a killer... I'm gonna get what I deserve
I am a killer, they're gonna fry my each and every nerve
I've got less than an hour to kill
I'm looking back at the life I've had to live
What a waste... what a mess...
I should have never been born...
I hear them, coming down the hall, I know they're coming for me
I don't need that silly priest, oh, just get on with the show
I am a killer... I'm gonna get what I deserve
I am a killer, they're gonna fry my each and every nerve
Artist: Halfway To Hollywood
Artist: Lynn Anderson