Оригинален текст
This is the story of poor ole tom:
He wakes, crusted in vomit
He sobs, his bowels release
His face is painted like a clown
His face contorts in agony
Chorus: Poor Tom - Poor Ole Tom
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom
You wake and wait
But you don't want to wait
You drag yourself from sleep
But look, Tom is coming
kick him, kick him in the teeth
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He is a buffoonish harlequin
With a nasty habit of getting
The s**t - the s**t kicked out of him
Chorus
The local bully boys
Must be rid of Tom
So the Death Camp will be immaculate
When they turn the ovens on!
They smashed his face in the s**t
He writhed in his death throes...
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