Tommy

[Verse 1] 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 Waiting for that sunny day Tommy was a preacher’s son Now he's running through the streets selling up that cocaine Those fires will get you When you get too tired and we're so tired Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in [Chorus] Well I met three men with friends in office Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles Our boots come alive in this mud in this mud and this shit In this mud in this mud and this shit [Verse 2] "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 When you get so tired and we're so tired Lazing back in this desert Waiting for that sunny day [Chorus] [Chorus] Well I met three men with friends in office Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles Our boots come alive in this mud in this mud and this shit Well I met three men with friends in office Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles Our boots come alive in this mud in this mud and this shit In this mud in this mud and this shit