LYRICS - Thunder in Tinsel Town
Of the syrup king
She lost her innocence
And everything
For an icicle necklace
And a snowball ring
Come on home little sister
The mantle rumbles
And the cold winds blow
She craves affection
And he gives her snow
Hey that’s no way
To make her garden grow
Come on home little sister
Come on home little sister
Thunder in Tinseltown
Will a rain come
And wash these mean streets down
Thunder in Tinseltown
Will a wind come
And blow these heads around
She was the youngest
Of our family
And she means
Everything in life to me
It sure is cold
Without your company
Come on home little sister
Come on home little sister
Thunder in Tinseltown
Will a rain come
And wash
These mean streets down
Thunder in Tinseltown
Will a wind come
And blow these heads around
Have you tried enough
Have you cried enough
Is it pride
That keeps you there?
Were you foolish
To think he’d care
Thunder in Tinseltown
Will a rain come
And wash
These mean streets down
Thunder in Tinseltown
Will a wind come
And blow these heads around