And it’s me again

by davebarclay1954

Feel like I’m ready for the slaughterhouse
If I was a horse I’d be shot
Killing me the pain in my legs
Worse than the pain in my neck

Once I was working, now I can’t get a job
Once I had it all, money, women, house
But I was foolish and paid the price
Can’t get on for looking back

Hindsight is always 20/20
Even when forward is less
My vision’s not perfect but its plenty
Good enough here in Folsom Prison

Serving time for killing a man
Wasn’t no more than a dog
He terrorised my neighbourhood
But now he’s dead and gone

I get the injection tomorrow at midnight
Only fair seeing what I done
No chance of a pardon or reprieve
Going down full of remorse