(Steve Poltz)



Tommy was a hesher from the valley

He was as burned out as a building from the riots

He had a rockin' little girfriend named Marla

She was a cocktail waitress at The Pit

Sometimes on the weekends they'd ride jetskis

And they'd take a little trailer to the river

They'd bring along a T.V. to watch Rick Dees

They smoked dope and snorted crystal Meth.



Marla was as skinny as a fence post

And the powder in the baggie made her talk

Sometimes she combed her hair like Charlie's Angels

Sometimes she looked as weird as Mr. Spock

Sometimes on the weekends they'd eat fast food

And they'd take his El Camino to the desert

They'd ride his motorcycles in the sand dunes

They smoked dope and snorted crystal Meth.



Tommy had a passion for firearms

His confidence they really seemed to bolster

He bought a ninety dollar pistol for his Mar-Mar

She kept it in her little girlie holster

Sometimes on the weekends they'd be fighting

And Tommy thought his girl was telling lies

He thought that she was thumpin' with the bass player

Smoking all his dope and all his crystal Meth.



Then Tommy started suffering from delusions

After five nights without any sleep

He rammed his fist through Marla's bedroom window

He shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth

But Marla got her fingers on the trigger

She grabbed her little Tommy by the hair

The pistol was still smoking on the counter

The sirens were screaming through the air

Scream on and on (no-o-o-o.)



Tommy was a hesher from the valley

He's just a memory of his burned-out little world

Marla's doing thirty years for murder

She says she knows she's still his rockin' little girl

Someday up in Heaven they'll ride jetskis

They'll scrawl their names upon the Golden Wall

And maybe up in heaven they'll watch Rick Dees

Smoke a little dope and snort some crystal Meth...