Terry talks like a tommygun
But he hits like a morning dove
When I ask what the neighbors did
Laughs and grins like a Christmas kid and says that he knows
Climbed up on a telephone wire
Said the end times are coming
Took a spill, only broke a couple bones
No steady check, he’d love for judgement day to come
I’m packing all my things at once
They say the time is finally here
I’ve got enough for 50 days now
I can’t leave without him, so he’s slumped around my neck
There’s not a car out on the highway
Nobody knows except for me
We beat the rush to the hills now
All the way he’s laughing, points at all the things he sees
Not in my head, but in my heart
I know that’s my Tommygun