Botched Execution Songtext
von Shovels & Rope
Botched Execution Songtext
They botched my execution back in 1996
I climbed out of a window and I hopped over the fence
Had to dig myself a tunnel, put my feet on the cement
And started runnin′ runnin' runnin′ and ain't nobody seen me since
So, now I gotta find a friend, someone to tell I didn't do it
But my picture′s in the paper and there′s no way that I can prove it
And the body's in the closet ′cause I never got to move it
Now the neighbor's kids are talking sayin′ everybody knew it
Aha, aha
All my little seeds have grown, aha
Aha, aha
Sooner later come back home, aha
Aha, aha, oh
Leave a trail of crumbs, a lure for them to bite on
In a Motel 6, thank God nobody left the light on
Dressed myself in women's clothing and a wig that I had tried on
Tried to cleanse myself of all those alibis I had relied on
Now I′m lying on my back looking at the ceiling
When suddenly I am distracted by that old familiar feeling
With the table and the devil and the cards that he was dealing
I was sure enough a slave and some poor soul I would be stealing tonight
Aha, aha
All my little seeds have grown, aha
Aha, aha
Sooner later come back home, aha
Aha, aha, oh
Aha, aha, aha, oh
Aha, aha, aha, oh
Well, hitched my skirt, climbed up a car on the railroad
Found myself a'gazing down the barrel at the crossroad
Hide out in the circus, rob a bank, hit the payload
Or wait out in the darkness with the freaks and kinda lay low
A storm had downed a power line, laying on the trainway
Standing in a puddle, felt a shock and in a ditch lay
In my final moments I could hear the lucky judge say
Well, I guess the execution went as scheduled anyways
Aha, aha
All my little seeds have grown, aha
Aha, aha
Sooner later come back home, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
I climbed out of a window and I hopped over the fence
Had to dig myself a tunnel, put my feet on the cement
And started runnin′ runnin' runnin′ and ain't nobody seen me since
So, now I gotta find a friend, someone to tell I didn't do it
But my picture′s in the paper and there′s no way that I can prove it
And the body's in the closet ′cause I never got to move it
Now the neighbor's kids are talking sayin′ everybody knew it
Aha, aha
All my little seeds have grown, aha
Aha, aha
Sooner later come back home, aha
Aha, aha, oh
Leave a trail of crumbs, a lure for them to bite on
In a Motel 6, thank God nobody left the light on
Dressed myself in women's clothing and a wig that I had tried on
Tried to cleanse myself of all those alibis I had relied on
Now I′m lying on my back looking at the ceiling
When suddenly I am distracted by that old familiar feeling
With the table and the devil and the cards that he was dealing
I was sure enough a slave and some poor soul I would be stealing tonight
Aha, aha
All my little seeds have grown, aha
Aha, aha
Sooner later come back home, aha
Aha, aha, oh
Aha, aha, aha, oh
Aha, aha, aha, oh
Well, hitched my skirt, climbed up a car on the railroad
Found myself a'gazing down the barrel at the crossroad
Hide out in the circus, rob a bank, hit the payload
Or wait out in the darkness with the freaks and kinda lay low
A storm had downed a power line, laying on the trainway
Standing in a puddle, felt a shock and in a ditch lay
In my final moments I could hear the lucky judge say
Well, I guess the execution went as scheduled anyways
Aha, aha
All my little seeds have grown, aha
Aha, aha
Sooner later come back home, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Writer(s): Hearst Cary Ann, Robinson Michael Trent Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com