New York City Trucking - Tom Nero

Tom Nero lies on a wood table
His heart is cut wide open for prying eyes to see

When he was young he strung up dogs to see them fight
Now men of science push spades into his eyes

The boards he lies on stained in his red platelets
Tonight his bones will be boiled for display

Worked as a carriage driver broke his horses knees
And now his flesh will earn doctors degrees

The red excess amasses next to him now
It will be left outside to feed the strays

When he was married stole everything from his wife
Left her body in the street in plain sight

Now Tom Nero lies on a wood table
The ropes still tight around him in his monument of shame

Written by:
Mike Campbell

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