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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