Lyrics
He's got a shark skin suit
And a diamond earring
He's got jet black hair just like his mother
He's got a jail tattoo of his long lost brother
He's got a shotgun fuse don't you pull his trigger
Broke from jail without a gun
Public enemy Number 1
Killed a man on the run
On the lam without bail
Heading straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go
Daddy-O! Daddy-O!
He's gonna make his mark in a Vegas hotel
You roll snake-eyes Jack! (Yeah!)
He's gonna make his money
But he's a-headin' West on a killin' spree
Down in L.A. you know the killin's free (Yeah!)
Broke from jail without a gun
Public enemy Number 1
Killed a man on the run
On the lam without bail
Heading straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go
He was born on the Fourth of July
The kinda guy when he spoke to you
He stared you straight in the eye
The kinda man when he walked in the room
You could feel it
And then, when he walked in the room -
It sounded like this:
He got a hundred years
And the electric chair
His final words were:
"I don't care"
Broke from jail without a gun
Public enemy Number 1
Killed a man on the run
On the lam without bail
Heading straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go
The way the legend goes
He was executed shortly after midnight
Some witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself
One witness said he died with a smile on his face
He was a bad, bad man!