I was willing to die but did not have the strength.

I carelessly wasted the last day Life dealt.
Not in sulking, despair, but rather I felt
That God was unjust, or his justice unfair,
Should I die upon the electrical chair.

Should I die upon the electrical chair,
I ask that all my headsmen be aware,
That although I'll give in with a pitiful sigh,
In my dying hour I was ready to die.

In my dying hour I was ready to die;
And so the last day I looked up to the sky,
And thanked God; for I'd understood, at length,
That I'd been willing to die but did not have the strength.

So come, my Love, show me that you care,
But show me not mercy, electrical chair.