Tommy was a preacher's son
Now he's running through the jungle, oh yes sir
Fingers cold in 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
The spider eyes will get ya
When you get too tired and we're so tired and
Rats blister beaded vultures rolling fever brain drains and
Well I met three men with frays in all
Thick smooth dark skin and auburn teeth smile
The boots come alive in this mud and this mud and this shit
This mud and this mud and this shit
Oh, it's hard to feel with teeth that bite
August 4th of '69 (Jesus, he burnt him)
Smoking guns and crippled sheets (Jesus, he burnt him)
Sugar cubes, finger nails, woven snakes to filter fire
When you get so tired and we're so tired
Old Jimmy got impatient waiting for that sunny day
Well I met three men with frays in all
Thick smooth dark skin and auburn teeth smile
The boots come alive in this mud and this mud and this shit
This mud and this mud and this shit
Well I met three men with frays in all
Thick smooth dark skin and auburn teeth smile
The boots come alive in this mud and this mud and this shit
Well I met three men with frays in all
Thick smooth dark skin and auburn teeth smile
The boots come alive in this mud and this mud and this shit
This mud and this mud and this shit
