Tom



Don’t you think it’s funny
That I can sing this song
About a furry bunny
That suddenly went wrong
Now we all know this bunny
Lets just call him Tom
All he wants is money
And possibly some bomb
One day Tom was walking
Wondering to run
When his wife came stalking
And so a tale he spun
He told her of his fortune
And all his broken gifts
And how he’s been an orphan
Waiting for a kiss
She seized him in her talons
Thinking, “now he’s mine!
Now he’ll transport gallons
And take me out to dine
But Tom wasn’t quite wanting
What she had to give
Ever since her flaunting
Had made it hard to live
So Tom dug deep inside him
Looking for that knife
Slammed it up inside her chin
Until there was no life
Then Tom made good the moment
To make his great escape
Avoiding any omens
Of life consumed with hate
He turned his toes off westward
Acknowledging his fate
The cycle spins him backward
With nothing on his plate

Tom began his journey
Target yet unknown
Uncorrupted yearning
Driving on his stone
He wandered into Oakland
Trying to jump ship
When the coppers caught him
Without a way to slip
The chance was now upon him
To turn his life for good
His options for survival, slim
If he’d betray his hood
But that is not an option
For those with any life
This time will always haunt him
As the root of strife
So looking for an exit
He turned his wheels now south,
Bullets all around,
Blocking out the shout
Of his dying conscience
Telling him to stop
Time to become conscious
Halt the spreading rot
But lapse is all that’s needed
For the killer fall
A path that’s been repeated
By those still playing stall
But now the heat is on him
As he starts the race
They’ll always be behind him
Now they got his face
A tool for fascist armies
Looking for a break
Busting all the parties
For his selfish sake

But now what are Tom’s options?
Forever more a bitch
Forced beyond all caution
Till they loose their hitch
Now he needs to breathe
Now he needs fresh air
Can’t he simply leave?
What is with that stare?
Haven’t debts been balanced?
Does he owe us more?
We can have you silenced
And, yeah, we’ll want some more
But this is not the option
That tom had thought in store
Product of exhaustion
Knocking on his door
Came from out of nowhere
But fully prepared
Planted all the hardware
Scheduled some repairs
This will be the ending
Of his final run
Climax of his spending
For more pointless fun
The mess will be long lasting
Beyond the ones and twos
This one final trashing
A good one, win or lose
Don’t you love a climax?
Feeling it just build?
Somehow, though, it lacks
When everyone gets killed
But here’s a final show down
I’ll not soon forget
Tom’s great final hoe-down
Sweeping out regret

So Tom got ready

One day, early morning
Tom slept in real late
He got up dressed for mourning
Waiting on his fate
He locked the door behind him
A note is all that’s left
If they ever find him
Well, let’s just hope they’re deft
Cause the place was wired
Ready to just blow
If Tom is getting fired
Everything must go
At the curb he started
Walking on his way
You’d’a thought he farted
Smelled of something stray
But Tom, now he was packing
Had his lucky six
A hope, now that was lacking
He was in this fix
He went straight to the station
Like the day before
But fuck just being patient
Now there was no more
First, I’ll say Tom’s lucky
He will get his chance
Because, see, tom is plucky
And likes to pick the dance
He has had the option
To end it as he will
This is now the fashion
Soon the blood will spill
He asked to see the captain
Said he had some news
Tom wanted to cap him
Someone else will lose

One shot, captain’s dead
Bullet in the head
Automatic fully powered
Started spraying lead
Copper after copper
Tom was going wild
Tarnishing their copper
Even shot the files
But he wasn’t yet dumb
He knew the plan by heart
Start with blazing gun
Then they’ll play their part
At the lobby door, he got shot
Tom was down, dead
Vengeance’s what he brought
All his spoiled dread
Tom killed twenty men then
All the black and blue
Found them in their pen
Now there are too few
Can’t patrol the evening streets
Can’t protect the innocent sleep
Can’t hide the few who weep
Can’t keep the late night beat
And when they went to watch the rich
The poor got up to scratch their itch
Saw the evil without its witch
To keep us, hold us, beneath their ditch
And Tom, oh Tom, why did you go? And bloody, bloody!, the way you show
How life just meant the golden dough, Everything only quid pro quo
But we can see that that’s the way, no matter how we try to pray, that life’s a game we try to play, and failure’s when they say, “no, you may not!” What we want must be won, the house, the car and all the fun. No matter how long we try to run, we’ll see the light, if with a gun. All we need is some self-respect, good cheer and better education. Peace.