Lyrics:
He wakes on the outskirts of town He sobs, his bowels release His face is painted like a clown His face contorts in agony POOR OLE TOM POOR OLE TOM You wake and wait But you don't want to wait You drag yourself from sleep But look... Tom is coming You kick him in the teeth POOR OLE TOM POOR OLE TOM He is a buffoonish harlequin With a nasty habit of getting the shit kicked out of him POOR OLE TOM POOR OLE TOM The local Nazi bully boys Must be rid of Tom So the death camp will be immaculate When they turn the ovens on They smash his face in the shit He writhed in his death throes POOR OLE TOM