He sobs, his bowels release
 His face is painted like a clown
 His face contorts in agony


 POOR OLE TOM
 POOR OLE TOM


 You wake and wait
 But you don't want to wait
 You drag yourself from sleep
 But look... Tom is coming
 You kick him in the teeth


 POOR OLE TOM
 POOR OLE TOM


 He is a buffoonish harlequin
 With a nasty habit of getting
 the shit kicked out of him


 POOR OLE TOM
 POOR OLE TOM

 The local Nazi bully boys
 Must be rid of Tom
 So the death camp will be immaculate
 When they turn the ovens on


 They smash his face in the shit
 He writhed in his death throes


 POOR OLE TOM