G C Tommy was a hasher from the valley G C He was as burned out as a building from the riots G C He had a rockin' little girlfriend named Marla G D C G X2 She was a cocktail waitress at the pit C G Sometimes on the weekends they'd ride jet skis C G Take his little trailer to the river C G Bring along a TV to watch Rick Dees D C G They were smokin' dope and snortin'crystal...Meth! Marla was as skinny as a fence post But the powder in the baggy made her talk Sometimes she wore her hair like Charlie's Angels You know,sometimes she looked as weird as Mr.Spock Sometimes on the weekend they'd eat fast food Take his El Camino to the desert Ride his motorcycles in the sand dunes They were smokin' dope and snortin' 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 in her little girly holster Sometimes on the weekends they'd be fighting Tommy thought his girl was telling lies Thought that she was humping with the bass player Smoking all his dope and all his crystal...Meth! Tommy started suffering form delusions After five nights without any sleep He shoved his fist through Marla's bedroom window Shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth Marla got her fingers on the trigger Grabbed poor little Tommy by the hair A smoking gun is laying on the counter Sirens screaming in the air....scream on and on Tommy was a hasher from the valley He's just a memory of his burned out little world And Marla's doin' thirty years for murder But you know she's still his rockin' little girl Someday up in heaven they'll ride jet skis Scrawl their names upon the golden wall Maybe up in heaven they'll watch Rick Dees Smoke a little dope and snort some crystal...Meth! (series of Lahs)
