I'm going to be there.I saw her standing on her front porchJust twirling her batonMe and her went for a ride, sirTen innocent people diedFrom the town of Lincoln, NebraskaWith a sawed-off .14Crossed my landThrough the bad landsOf a wild manI killed everythingIn my pathI can't say thatI am sorryI can't say thatFor the things thatWe have doneYou can't say it forA little while, sirMe and her hadLots of funLet me goMy troubles are goneTo logo my lil sisterMr. Queensland, ***-da-***, da-***!Mr. Queensland, ***b-da-***, da-***!Mr. Queensland, ***b-da-***, da-***!Mr. Queensland, ***b-da-***!Mr. Queensland, ***b-da-***!My Japan is gone!Now the jury brought in that guilty verdict. And the judge sentenced me to death.Midnight in a prison storeroom with the leather straps all across my chest.And when the man pulls that switch, sir.And he snaps.My poor head back.Just make sure my pretty baby is sitting right there.On my lap.On my lap.I'mon my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.I'm on my lap.. . . I'm on my lap.Declared me an unfit to liveSettled a great void in the soul of a bearIf you ask why I done what I doneI guess there's just a meanness in this world