Yes, on the inside
There is a man there
Trapped in a black chair
Ask him his name
And he'll say and he'll say
"I'm the late Alpha of Electric Omega,
Tried and fried down in Georgia
But my body won't die, hit me again!"
On the inside
Fried on the inside
But alive on the outside
Two minute warning sounds
Enthroned is a killer
He's Dubbledead
Oah, "I'm walking down death row,
I don't want my mama to know
Her little chicken's to young to fry"
(Are you scared of dying?)
"I don't mind if I go, no"
(Tell me are you crying?)
"I don't know"
Tell me Alpha Stephens, boy
What'd you try to pull?
Southern white girls are sacred
So then why'd you lose control?
Plug him in, now, now, Alpha
Dubble dead now
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