by Nevs Coleman

1943, Tennessee

Well, condemned man

Shuffling down the hall

His friends set him up

Then he took a fall

Big man had a habit

Of beating up his wife

They found him all bloody

And her holding the knife

Ol Sparky’s snapping at the chains

Gonna electrify your brains

Ol Sparky don’t care what you did

Gonna fry you up til you’re dead

Don’t matter if you’re dirty

Don’t matter if you’re clean

Don’t matter you’re smiley

Don’t matter if you’re mean

Ol Sparky’s snapping at the chains

Gonna electrify your brains

Ol Sparky don’t care what you did

Gonna fry you up til you’re dead.

He said nothing

About the young girl

Now Nancy’s a dancer

And he’s going to Hell

He couldn’t speak English

Couldn’t speak at all.

He had the wrong skin

Walking around the mall…

Ol Sparky’s snapping at the chains

Gonna electrify your brains

Ol Sparky don’t care what you did

Gonna fry you up til you’re dead

Don’t matter if you’re dirty

Don’t matter if you’re clean

Don’t matter you’re smiley

Don’t matter if you’re mean

Ol Sparky’s snapping at the chains

Gonna electrify your brains

Ol Sparky don’t care what you did

Gonna fry you up til you’re dead.

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