The Ballad of Tommy & Marla
Tommy was a hessier 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
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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
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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
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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 hessier 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 thier names upon the golden wall
And maybe up in heaven they'll watch rick dees
Smoke a little dope and snort some crystal
Meth
A Balada de Tommy e Marla
Tommy era um cara do vale
Ele estava tão queimado quanto um prédio após os tumultos
Ele tinha uma namorada rock'n'roll chamada Marla
Ela era garçonete de coquetéis no pit
Às vezes, nos finais de semana, eles andavam de jet ski
E levavam um trailer para o rio
Levavam uma TV pra assistir Rick Dees
Eles fumavam maconha e cheiravam cristal
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Marla era magra como um poste de cerca
E o pó no saquinho a fazia falar
Às vezes ela penteava o cabelo como as Panteras
Às vezes ela parecia tão estranha quanto o Sr. Spock
Às vezes, nos finais de semana, eles comiam fast food
E levavam seu El Camino para o deserto
Andavam de moto nas dunas de areia
Eles fumavam maconha e cheiravam cristal
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Tommy tinha uma paixão por armas de fogo
Sua confiança parecia aumentar com isso
Ele comprou uma pistola de noventa dólares pra Marla
Ela guardava na sua pequena bolsa de menina
Às vezes, nos finais de semana, eles brigavam
E Tommy achava que sua garota estava mentindo
Ele pensava que ela estava se envolvendo com o baixista
Fumando toda a sua maconha e todo o seu cristal
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Então Tommy começou a sofrer de delírios
Depois de cinco noites sem dormir
Ele enfiou o punho pela janela do quarto de Marla
Ele enfiou as chaves do carro nos dentinhos sujos dela
Mas Marla colocou os dedos no gatilho
Ela puxou o cabelo do Tommy com força
A pistola ainda fumegava na bancada
As sirenes gritavam pelo ar
Grite e grite (não-o-o-o)
Tommy era um cara do vale
Ele é apenas uma memória do seu pequeno mundo queimado
Marla está pegando trinta anos por assassinato
Ela diz que sabe que ainda é sua garotinha rock'n'roll
Um dia, lá no céu, eles vão andar de jet ski
Vão escrever seus nomes na parede dourada
E talvez lá no céu eles assistam Rick Dees
Fumem um pouco de maconha e cheirem um pouco de cristal
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