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Tommy had a watch a good kind of watch It couldn't tell time if you asked it Didn't have a face just an ear and an eye To see him with Tommy stole candy from the corner store To feed to the mice that he made a home By the side of a heater next to his guitar That he couldn neither play nor destroy Tommy sent a letter to the Office of Iniquity Demanding a history of his actions But the letter was returned just two days gone There was no Office of Iniquity Tommy didn't see so well and he didn't have a radio He'd talk to himself in different voices Or sing to himself in a Russian dialect Invented on a Sunday afternoon Tommy stole a limp and he borrowed a demeanour So he'd scare anyone who'd want to talk away 'Cos they frightened him so much that he'd pee down his legs As he tried to find the words Tommy wore the helmet of a frustrated miner Digging for words as though gold Standing in the mud in his dark grey fedora Wearing his knee-patched dungarees SongtexteTommy was lone when the fire started High behind the wheel of a Colt 45 With a clip full of ether and a bucket full of gas And a belly full of turpentine Tommy made sure there was no-one in danger By knocking on each door like a madman Then he locked himself in and did the whirling dervish Tipped the candle over on the floor Tommy fell asleep before the firemen came Which was good because they scared him anyway And all they ever found were the mice inside the fridge In a box with some cheese and a hand warmer Run on batteries Tommy was a good man nobody knew Aus Songtexte Mania