All Plugged In

It's four in the morning,
They said "come on it's time",
To say your last farewell,
Cos you're going down the line,
There's a sad old padre,
With a prayer book in his hand,
He's trying to convince me,
There's a holy promised land,
Fifteen years,They kept me on the row,
Waiting for a verdict,
Now it's time for me to go,
The've sat me in a chair
and now they're tying down my legs,
Put straps around my wrists,
and a hat apon my head,
They said it's nothing personal,
This don't count for nothing,
But some guy right behind me's got his finger on the button,
And I'm all Plugged in, Oh yes I'm all plugged in