The Ballad Of Tommy & Marla

Tommy was a Hessier from the valley, he was as burned out as a buliding from the riots. He had a rockin' little girlfriend named Marla, she was a coktail waitress at the pit. Sometimes on the weekend they'd ride jet skis & they'd take a little trailer to the river, they'd bring along a TV to watch Rick Dees, they smoked dope & snorted crystal meth.

Marla was as skinny as a fence post & the powder in the bag, he made her talk, sometimes she combed her hair like Charlie's Angels, sometimes she looked as weird as Mr Spock. Sometimes on the weekends they'd eat fast food & they'd take his El Camino to the desert, they'd ride his motorcycles in the sand dunes, they smoked dope & snorted 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 it in her little girly holster. Sometimes on the weekends, they'd be fighting & Tommy thought his girl was tellin' lies, he thought that she was thumpin' with the bass player, smokin' all his dope & all his crystal meth

Tommy started suffering from delusions after five nights without any sleep, he rammed his fist through Marla's bedroom window, he shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth. But Marla got her fingers on the trigger, she grabbed her little Tommy by the hair, the pistol was still smokin' on the counter, the sirens were screamin' through the air, scream on & on. Tommy was a hessier from the Valley, he's just a memory of his burned out little world. Marla's doin' thirty years for murder, she says she's still his rockin' little girl. And someday up in heaven they'll ride jet skis, they'll scrawl their names upon the golden wall, maybe up in heaven they'll watch Rick Dees, smoke a little dope & snort some crystal meth

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