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