Five minutes to the main event
Is this the way my life was spent
Now the winter of my discontent
Is about to turn a new year
The minister is pleading me
To save myself, he's reading me
Apocolyptic verses from a book
I squint my eyes to look at him and said
Save your stories, save your pleas
There's nothing left, there's nothing here for me
You will listen, you will see
There's nothing left, salvation don't come free
Five minutes till they pull the switch
They say you'll only feel an itch
But they watch the catatonic twitch
And the smoke that flows around you
There beneath the gamma rays
Watch my soul just burn away
Don't you even try to pray
My fate is predetermined
You won't see me returning and
[chorus]
Five minutes has a come and gone
They put my metal shackles on
And walk me down the hallway
The straps are tight, the light is bright
The waiting room is full tonight
The minister administers the rites
What's your final words, son?