Tommy was a hesher from the valley He was as burned out as a building from the riots He had a rockin' little girfriend named Marla She was a co*ktail waitress at The Pit Sometimes on the weekends they'd ride jetskis And they'd take a little trailer to the river They'd bring along a T.V. to watch Rick Dees They smoked dope and snorted crystal Meth Marla was as skinny as a fence post And the powder in the baggie made her talk Sometimes she combed her hair like Charlie's Angels Sometimes she looked as weird as Mr. Spock Sometimes on the weekends they'd eat fast food And they'd take his El Camino to the desert They'd ride his motorcycles in the sand dunes They smoked dope and snorted crystal Meth Tommy had a pa**ion for firearms His confidence they really seemed to bolster He bought a ninety dollar pistol for his Mar-Mar She kept it in her little girlie holster Sometimes on the weekends they'd be fighting And Tommy thought his girl was telling lies He thought that she was thumpin' with the ba** player Smoking all his dope and all his crystal Meth Then Tommy started suffering from delusions After five nights without any sleep He rammed his fist through Marla's bedroom window He shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth But Marla got her fingers on the trigger She grabbed her little Tommy by the hair The pistol was still smoking on the counter The sirens were screaming through the air Scream on and on (no-o-o-o) Tommy was a hesher from the valley He's just a memory of his burned-out little world Marla's doing thirty years for murder She says she knows she's still his rockin' little girl Someday up in Heaven they'll ride jetskis They'll scrawl their names upon the Golden Wall And maybe up in heaven they'll watch Rick Dees Smoke a little dope and snort some crystal Meth