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