Death row in prison don't look half as bad
As a life filled with heartache over you
So if you're a playin' those dirty little games
You better pray that I don't find out the truth

(Repeat Chorus)

Smith and Wesson juries hold a
Real mean, nasty court
And the verdict that they pass
Is never slow
So keep on a wearin' that little poker face
'Cause soon enough your cards
will have to show

(Repeat Chorus)

What I don't know might get you killed