2000 Volts

Growing up, Volts was considered the problem child, and was always compared to his "perfect" little brother. Both of them were songfolk, but neither of them had awakened their soul songs yet. When he was 22 and found he was still being viewed as lesser than his 17-year-old brother, Volts decided enough was enough. He devised a plan to get rid of his brother, and framed him for murder. Then, he contacted his friend in the defense attourney's office to pull some strings and get his brother to plead insanity, causing him to be locked away in a psych ward. A few years later, Volts decided he quite liked killing people, and became the country's most infamous serial killer. When he was caught, he was sentenced to the Miracle Psychiatric Ward, and found himself face-to-face with his brother, who was now the director. After being electrocuted in a session of electro-shock therapy gone wrong, Volts found himself alive in a field of grass outside the facility. This is when he realized his soul song, 2000 Volts, and the ability that came with it. Volts is able to come back to life provided he is killed as a consequence of his own actions, and he does not regret what he did that led to his murder. Now, he continues to wreak havoc on the people of Musicland, while slowly getting better and better at evading arrest.

He's got a sharkskin suit and a diamond earring
He's got jet-black hair, just like his mother
He's got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother
He's got a shotgun fuse, don't you pull his trigger

Broke from jail without a gun,
Public enemy number one
Killed a man on the run
On the lam, without bail
Headed straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go

Daddy-o, daddy-o

He's gonna make his mark in a Vegas hotel
He rolls snake-eyes, Jack, he's gonna make his money
He's headin' west, on a killin' spree
Down in L.A., you know the killin's free

Broke from jail without a gun,
Public enemy number one
Killed a man on the run
On the lam, without bail
Headed straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go

He was born on the 4th of July.
The kind of guy, when he spoke to you,
He stared you straight in the eye.
The kind of man, when he walked into the room,
You could feel it.
And man, when he walked in the room,
It sounded like this

He got a hundred years, and the electric chair
His final words were, I don't care (I'd do it again!)

Broke from jail without a gun,
Public enemy number one
Killed a man on the run
On the lam, without bail
Headed straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o

The way the legend goes,
Is he was executed shortly after midnight.
Some witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself.
One witness said he died with a smile on his face.
He was one bad, bad man.