Moody Smith & The Speculators - Nothing Ever Leaves You

Riding the Lightning

The Warden's thinks this is just a game
He's says "Get ready for the hot seat"
Laughing he asks me to give his regards
To My Maker I'm about to meet

Guards all surround me
Preacher mumbling one last prayer
They're intent on dragging my sorry arse
Down the hall to the electric chair

Old sparky is beginning to hum
I can feel the straps tightening
No Sister I couldn't stomach my last meal
Knowing I'll soon be riding the lightning

Time has done run out Mother
I can't right any of my wrongs
I'm thinking now as they flick the switch
Maybe this is where I belong

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Writer(s): Ross Aubrey
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