And here's a song that I wrote
I lived with years ago in El Cajon,
Tommy was a hesher from the valley.
She was a cocktail waitress
Sometimes on the weekends
They'd take his El Camino
They'd ride his motorcycles
meth it's a sing -along that's
your part let's try it again
you just say the word meth
they smoke dope and snorted crystal
wait for it that was perfect
we should take this whole
and tow the belly up down the road
like in an extra -wide load
an d all of us play only in
like we could do this in Qualcomm
and we'll all be in the center
we'll tow the belly up into the into Qualcomm and
then we'll tow Qualcomm on the road too
and take a little of San Diego
And Marla was as skinny as a fence post
The powder in the baggie made her talk
Sometimes she combed her hair
They'd take his El Camino to the river
They'd ride his motorcycles
They smoked dope and snorted crystal
Meth, now let's try that in Chinese, Kev
They smoked dope and snorted crystal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Math,
it's the same word, it's awesome. oh, oh, oh.
And Tommy had a passion for firearms.
they really seemed to bolster.
He bought a 90 pistol for his Mar -Mar.
She kept it in her little girly
Sometimes on the weekends
And Tommy thought his girl was telling lies
thumping with the bass player
Smoking all his dope and all his crystal
after five nights without any sleep
through Marla's bedroom window.
through a dirty little teeth
Mar la got her fingers on the trigger,
grabbed her little Tommy by the hair,
the pistol was still smoking on the counter,
the sirens were screaming
I wish I could jump off this stage
I wonder if you guys would catch me.
Tommy was a hesher from the valley.
It's just a memory of this
Marla's doing 30 years for murder
she's still his rockin' little girl
Scrawl their names on the golden walls
Smoke a little dope and snort
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
