On the lam without bail headed straight back to jail
One witness said he died with a smile on his face
Public enemy number one killed a man on the run
Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o
He got a hundred years, and the electric chair
But he's headin' west, on a killin' spree
Some witnesses say, he seemed to be enjoying himself
He rolls snake eyes down
Daddy-o
His final words were, I don't care
He's got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother
He's got a shotgun fuse, don't you pull his trigger
When he walked into the room you would feel it
On the lam without bail headed straight back to jail
He's gonna make his money
He's gonna make his mark at a vegas hotel
Daddy-o
And man when he walked in the room
The way the legend goes is he was executed shortly after midnight
Public enemy number one killed a man on the run
Down in L.A., you know the killin's free
He was born on the 4th of july the kind of guy
It sounded like this
Just like his mother
Daddy-o
He stared you straight in the eye you know, man
When he spoke to you
Broke from jail without a gun
Broke from jail without a gun
Broke from jail without a gun
Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o
On the lam without bail headed straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o
Public enemy number one killed a man on the run
