Karen blows the smoke across the table
To the seat I'm in
And blood is passed around in glasses
‘Vintage year' she says again

As I sit here choking on my food
Like words we've swallowed deep inside
Well there's a polka-dotted dog
Who keeps barking as the cars go by

And it's that stupid dog's tail
That I see us chase
But she can't see it on my face

‘Cause I'm home in this electric chair
‘Cause I'm home in this electric chair
‘Cause I'm home in this electric chair I'm home

So we watch the clock tick quietly
As it syncs itself to our heart beats
And then Karen stands up with her glass
And another toast to everyone she cares about
Everyone she cares about

And I am really turned on by the fact she cares,
But she doesn't understand

That I'm home in this electric chair
That I'm home in this electric chair
That I'm home in this electric chair I'm home

So we sit down as I kiss her goodnight
And she straps my buckles all down tight
Upon my cheek she lays her kiss
Then she plugs me in and throws the switch

And I'm in my electric chair at home
In my electric chair at home
‘Cause in my electric chair I'm home

Writer : LUCE, TOM C.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.