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Tom turn around, don't ever let me down

Tom Tom's alone in a world of his own
When he hears a new voice call
"Be my man, I'll do all that I can"
would Bob do?

I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
I'm prone to lose control.
And if by chance I fall down 
And bust my head on the floor,
Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak
And point me
As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around Tom Paine's
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains
I offer'd her my hand
She
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
a sign up ahead
Wash my face and get fed
And that voice in my head
Keeps sayin' I'm lonely
But I'm only payin' my dues
Holiday Inn Blues
Had
that G-T's pullin' up
Yeah, spaceship E.T's in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell a doctor go and get my meds right
Monster, you
And while you do that G-T's pullin' up
Yeah, spaceship E.T's in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell a doctor go and get my meds right
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
messed up we didn't know 
If we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked
the shadows all seem to
Crowd me?

Can't stop this pounding, pounding,
Pounding, in my head
Through the night I toss, on my
Bamboo bed. 

Bamboo walls,
messed up we didn't know 
If we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head

They been
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head	

Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
the shadows all seem to 
Crowd me?

Can't stop this pounding, pounding,
Pounding, in my head
Through the night I toss, on my
Bamboo bed.

Bamboo walls,
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show 
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what 
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do 
When the doctor
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show 
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what 
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do 
When the doctor
the shadows all seem to 
Crowd me?

Can't stop this pounding, pounding,
Pounding, in my head
Through the night I toss, on my
Bamboo bed.

Bamboo walls,
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show 
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what 
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do 
When the doctor
bed 
With Loretta Lynn in my head 
That's me I'm smelling like a rose 
Waking up in filthy clothes 

[Chorus:]
And where have they gone 
That's
to be like Bob Dylan
Until I discovered Moses
Saturday night and I was lying in my bed
The window was open and raindrops
Were bouncing off my head
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
You know you're bound to die

You took her on the hillside,
I got a royal flush
I gotta ten bob
In my pocket for luck
Just another crush
I got my head read
In the shed once again
My friend

Inside,
soothes the savage
[Tommy] There was something in that voice that stopped us seeing red

[Both]	 The two of us would surely have ended up dead
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