Nice And Black

So nice and black,
Neither alive nor dead,
Dennie plays the electric chair.
Long hair scintillates
In the light of the neon lamps;
With light heart Dennie plays
With the blackness of his face.

The highest voltage — Dennie plays,
Lower — looks for a hope to chase.
Dennie plays for a thousand years,
Makes his dead man’s deal,
Yonder, on the prison hill.

By the by do you think
That only a wire can be made out of a man?
Nothing of a kind!
Do you know that an electric bulb
Could be made out of the prisoner?
On the electric chair.
Everybody could be a burning scarecrow
In the electric nightmare.
Oh, yeah.