Tommy Gunn (Maggie’s Son) - Original Song

Lyrics
Tommy’s known as a real big hitter
He loves a punch-up any given night
He works his way through the downtown bars just to see if he can find a fight
Never had a lot to live up to
Only a reputation he himself has made
From venting his anger in the form of his fists pent up from being underpaid
Tommy Gunn
Tommy go crazy, shoot your gun (shoot your gun)
Make ‘em run
Tommy go ape shit, and make ‘em run (make ‘em run)
Maggie’s son
Live up to your label as one of Maggie’s sons
And give them a reason to lie in The Sun
Fixing boats from Monday to Friday
Mundanity is rife in Tommy’s life
When his work is done he’ll go out, get drunk and then stumble on home to his wife
Doomed from the start like a broken heart
There was nothing ever down for men like him
Routine bites hard working in the shipyard there was no way he could ever win
Tommy Gunn
Tommy go crazy, shoot your gun (shoot your gun)
Make ‘em run
Tommy go ape shit, and make ‘em run (make ‘em run)
Maggie’s son
Live up to your label as one of Maggie’s sons
And give them a reason to lie in The Sun
Tommy Gunn
Tommy go crazy, shoot your gun (shoot your gun)
Make ‘em run
Tommy go ape shit, and make ‘em run (make ‘em run)
Maggie’s son
Live up to your label as one of Maggie’s sons
And give them a reason to lie in The Sun (lie in The Sun)
Lie in The Sun (lie in The Sun)
Why do they lie in The Sun? (lie in The Sun)
Why do they lie in The Sun? (lie in The Sun)