He wakes on the outskirts of town
He sobs, his bowels release

His face contorts in agony
His face is painted like a clown

POOR OLE TOM
POOR OLE TOM

You wake and wait

But you don't want to wait
You drag yourself from sleep
You kick him in the teeth

But look... Tom is coming

POOR OLE TOM

POOR OLE TOM

With a nasty habit of getting
He is a buffoonish harlequin

the shit kicked out of him
POOR OLE TOM

POOR OLE TOM

The local Nazi bully boys
So the death camp will be immaculate
When they turn the ovens on
Must be rid of Tom


They smash his face in the shit

He writhed in his death throes

POOR OLE TOM
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