Tommy was a boy, never much in school
Times were tough and Tommy felt he was played a fool
But that boy grew up quick and learned to block the sounds
His eyes can tell the story well Tom was beaten down
He packed his bags and left when he was 17
Now he's somewhere on the streets hidin' from the scene
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Sally is a beauty queen livin' in a shack
Lookin' for the silver screen in every passing Cadillac
She can't sleep at night
She dreams of Uncle John
She didn't know when she was three what was going on
Her mother died and all her daddy could do was smile
Readin' all his porno mags
Now he's lost his only child
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Tommy, Sally better run, and pack up all your clothes
You're a couple of loaded guns ready to explode
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