Sent away To my electric chair Don't know what I was thinking Fooling myself and heading your way A tired showcase shutting down the evening All I know is a man has a ceiling And i'm afraid we're already there What's left means more than we can see We take relief, but we want to believe Behave the way we do, when no one's watching You figure out the guess work Sugar coated, safe and sound And i'll figure out how the rest works Barely hid, but rarely found Sent away To my electric chair Don't know what I was thinking All I know is you will find me there Mostly after-hours