Letra de Tommy

Tommy was a preacher´s son
Now he´s running through the jungle ´yes sir!´
Fingers cold and fire
When you get so tired and we´re so tired

Lazing back in this desert
Waitin´ for that sunny day

Tommy was a preacher´s son
Now he´s running through the streets sellin´ up that cocaine
Those fires will get ya
When you get too tired and we´re so tired
Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in

Well I met three men with friends in office
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles
Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit

´Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears´
Through August fall of ?69
Jesus had birthed him
He spoke in guns through crippled sheets
For Jesus had birthed him
Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire