Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeremy Jordan
Jeremy Jordan
Lead Vocals
Kevin Massey
Kevin Massey
Performer
Louis Hobson
Louis Hobson
Performer
Frank Wildhorn
Frank Wildhorn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Wildhorn
Frank Wildhorn
Composer
Don Black
Don Black
Songwriter

Testi

I can't take no more of this
This nightmare has to end
In this godforsaken place
Death would be a welcome friend
I could pay a crooked guard
To kill me, yeah, that's it
Better that than sixteen years
Dyin' slowly bit by bit
All I did was rob a few stores
Justice here don't fit the crime
I've been broken by the devil
Justice is a waste of time
I won't get to heaven
Why not raise a little hell?
He'll see me, but it's the last time
That filthy scum has got to go
By tonight, it will be over
When I strike the fatal blow
No way out, I gotta do this
Him or me, okay, let's play
Never killed, but now I have to
Time to make Ed Crowder pay
I won't get to heaven
Why not raise a little hell?
No way I'll see heaven
So let's raise a little hell
Written by: Don Black, Frank Wildhorn
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