Cinderella's drunk
I'm difficult to deal with
From your intoxicating kiss
A hundred needles couldn't sew me up right now
But I don't think it would make a difference
Pull me off of this electric chair
I think I'm frying
Right before your very eyes
The velocity's too much
And I'm accelerating
Someone tell the painter that his canvas is still white
I've been injected with a fever I can't deal with
Since God arrested me
Was this a wish or did you rub your face against my skin
A little rough but very hеaling
Don't let those men in ovеrcoats untie me from
From the railroad tracks
If I'm emotional, well it's hard to talk about it
But you're the cherub that can bring me back
Pull me off of this electric chair
I think I'm frying
Right before your very eyes
The velocity's too much
And I'm accelerating
Someone tell the painter that his canvas is still white
I'll admit this madness is intoxicating
And I don't want it to end
Quickly hit the switch
And see the pretty colors
From the pyrotechnics of my heart exploding
Pull me off of this electric chair
I think I'm frying
Right before your very eyes
The velocity's too much
And I'm accelerating
Someone tell the painter that his canvas is still white
I'll admit this madness is intoxicating
And I don't want it to end
Quickly hit the switch
And see the pretty colors
From the pyrotechnics of my heart exploding
Cinderella's drunk
I'm difficult to deal with
Electric Chair was written by Annette Ducharme.
Electric Chair was produced by John Webster & Annette Ducharme.