Sitting here in my cell writing a letter   Thanking all the people who made my living conditions better      And thanks to the justice system   I'm making a million   My lawyer got me a book deal   Now I'm making a killing just from making a killing      I got an agent for the publicity   An accountant to count my royalties   The talk shows want me, sorry I can't go   I'm stuck here on death row      You call me hannibal lechter, if I was smarter   If I was charlie manson you'd make me a martyr wouldn't ya   You'd call me a handsome man if I was bundy   But if I looked like john wayne gasey you'd just say I'm funny, not ha ha funny         Chorus:   Tried to act my career just flopped   Killed my neighbor, got on cops   Problem is, I only made one show now   I'm stuck here on death row      The poor victim's families never make a dime   Networks say I'm not prime time   All my cell mates on my cell block   Say I'm the hottest topic at the coffee shops      Waitress cries, "god how they should free me"   Send me her love letters, says someday she'd really love to meet me   Tells her customers people should forgive me for the things I do   I wonder if I kill her would her family forgive me too?       Chorus   Thanks for the attention and the publicity   The taxpayer's dollars that you spend on me   Thanks for the good meal, dry bed, and these warm clothes   I'm alive and well on death row