Waiting on Death Row    People coming in overalls    Taking me to the gas chamber    Scuffling of feet    They took him down the hallway    Feeling everyone's heartbeat    The central control of the soul    Batons and retro-tons    Ingrown toenails    One time all around you    All round you, bump-bump    Save my air, save my air    My air, my air    Air, water, trees    Machines eating the night    Energy moving    Nuclear fires    Burning reactors on my gate    Fires of hell are burning    Come home    Can you see    Can you say    That you say    That you really love this place?       Poem by Charles Manson