Bret Michaels - A Letter From Death Row lyrics

[Bret Michaels - A Letter From Death Row lyrics]

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



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?

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

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