Kelly Joe Phelps - Tommy (Band Arrangement) lyrics

Tommy had a watch, a good kind of watch It wouldn'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 cornerstore And gave it to the mice he built a home for By the side of the heater, next to his guitar That he could neither play nor destroy Tommy wrote a letter to the office of iniquity Demanding a history of his actions But the letter was returned just 2 days gone There was no office of iniquity Tommy couldn'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 demeanor So he'd scare anybody who'd want to talk away 'Cause they frightened him so bad that he'd pee down his legs As he tried, very hard, 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 gray fedora Wearing his knee-patched dungarees Tommy was alone 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 All that they found were the mice inside the fridge In a box, with some cheese And a handwarmer, run on batteries Tommy was a good man. Nobody Knew Tommy was a good man. Nobody Knew