He wakes on the outskirts of town
He sobs, his bowels release
His face is painted like a clown
His face contorts in agony
POOR OLE TOM
POOR OLE TOM
You wake and wait
But you don't want to wait
You drag yourself from sleep
But look... Tom is coming
You kick him in the teeth
POOR OLE TOM
POOR OLE TOM
He is a buffoonish harlequin
With a nasty habit of getting
the shit kicked out of him
POOR OLE TOM
POOR OLE TOM
The local Nazi bully boys
Must be rid of Tom
So the death camp will be immaculate
When they turn the ovens on
They smash his face in the shit
He writhed in his death throes
POOR OLE TOM
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