Tommy Lyrics
| Song | Tommy |
| Artist | Portugal. The Man |
| Album | Waiter: "You Vultures" |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Tommy was a preacher’s son | |
| Now he's running through the jungle "yes sir!" | |
| Fingers cold and fire | |
| When you get so tired and we're so tired | |
| Lazing back in this desert | |
| Waitin’ for that sunny day | |
| Tommy was a preacher’s son | |
| Now he's running through the streets sellin’ up that cocaine | |
| Those fires will get ya | |
| When you get too tired and we're so tired | |
| Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in | |
| Well I met three men with friends in office | |
| Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles | |
| Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit "Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears" | |
| Through August fall of ‘69 | |
| Jesus had birthed him | |
| He spoke in guns through crippled sheets | |
| For Jesus had birthed him | |
| Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire |
| Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
| Now he' s running through the jungle " yes sir!" | |
| Fingers cold and fire | |
| When you get so tired and we' re so tired | |
| Lazing back in this desert | |
| Waitin' for that sunny day | |
| Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
| Now he' s running through the streets sellin' up that cocaine | |
| Those fires will get ya | |
| When you get too tired and we' re so tired | |
| Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in | |
| Well I met three men with friends in office | |
| Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles | |
| Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit " Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears" | |
| Through August fall of ' 69 | |
| Jesus had birthed him | |
| He spoke in guns through crippled sheets | |
| For Jesus had birthed him | |
| Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire |
| Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
| Now he' s running through the jungle " yes sir!" | |
| Fingers cold and fire | |
| When you get so tired and we' re so tired | |
| Lazing back in this desert | |
| Waitin' for that sunny day | |
| Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
| Now he' s running through the streets sellin' up that cocaine | |
| Those fires will get ya | |
| When you get too tired and we' re so tired | |
| Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in | |
| Well I met three men with friends in office | |
| Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles | |
| Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit " Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears" | |
| Through August fall of ' 69 | |
| Jesus had birthed him | |
| He spoke in guns through crippled sheets | |
| For Jesus had birthed him | |
| Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire |
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