No pardoning the boys, as they stand in line.
The smell of electricity, their shaved heads they do shine.
He's there to FRY them, as fast as he can.
To make them feel unwanted, the D.A. is his main man.

Fry Pilot. Fry Pilot. How low can you go?
George Bush may never never never know.

He smiles at the exicutioner, tells him its alright.
he knows of the fear, in the forth comming fright.
Soon ther'll be sparks, & many will die,
Mothers & fathers, back home they will cry:

Fry Pilot. Fry Pilot. How low can you go?
George Bush may never never never know!

He mumbles the sentence, & he ends it with a smile.
The order is given, they move down the green mile.
But he says he's kind, & he meditates,
but he wont stop the killings, or ease the hates.
as the young men move out, into the chamber zone,
he says feel good, with GOD, you're never alone,
now he feels so tired, criminals mess with his head,
hopes the convicts find courage, in the words that he said.

Fry Pilot. Fry Pilot. How low can you go?
George Bush may never never never know!

(The exicution sequence: zzzzzapppp zzzzappp zzzapppp
& bagpipes playing taps)

Yesterdays convicts are gone, you cant understand
the fate of this country, lies in his bloodstained hands.
May GOD give us strenth, he did his job real well,
in the name of the people, saint michaels tolling bell.

in the morning he returns, with HATE in his eyes.
His need for death, we MUST be of wise!
A convict surley innocent, looks at the fry pilot,
And reminds him of GODs words: Thou SHALT NOT kill!!

Fry Pilot. Fry Pilot. How low can you go?
George Bush may never never NEVR know!