 Album: "Acoustic - Live at Stubbs"
Tommy was a hasher from the valley
He was as burned out as a building from the riots
He had a rockin' little girlfriend named Marla
She was a cocktail waitress at the pit.
Sometimes on the weekends they'd ride jet skis
Take his little trailer to the river
Bring along a TV to watch Rick Dees
They were smokin' dope and snortin'crystal meth.
Marla was as skinny as a fence post
But the powder in the baggy made her talk
Sometimes she wore her hair like Charlie's Angels
You know,sometimes she looked as weird as Mr. Spock.
Sometimes on the weekend they'd eat fast food
Take his El Camino to the desert
Ride his motorcycles in the sand dunes
They were smokin' dope and snortin' crystal meth.
Tommy had a passion for firearms
His confidence they really seemed to bolster
He bought a ninety-dollar pistol for his Mar-Mar
She kept in her little girly holster.
Sometimes on the weekends they'd be fighting
Tommy thought his girl was telling lies
Thought that she was humping with the bass player
Smoking all his dope and all his crystal Meth.
Tommy started suffering from delusions
After five nights without any sleep
He shoved his fist through Marla's bedroom window
Shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth.
Marla got her fingers on the trigger
Grabbed poor little Tommy by the hair
A smoking gun is laying on the counter
Sirens screaming in the air, scream on and on.
Tommy was a hasher from the valley
He's just a memory of his burned out little world
And Marla's doin' thirty years for murder
But you know she's still his rockin' little girl.
Someday up in heaven they'll ride jet skis
Scrawl their names upon the golden wall
Maybe up in heaven they'll watch Rick Dees
Smoke a little dope and snort some crystal meth...
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