Well a young Tom Gerald
Was found at the scene,
With a gun in his hand
But one bullet still clean.
When the cops arrived
All the bodies stood frozen,
Young Tom Gerald and
Three of Tom's corpses.
Born in the setting sun,
Raised in the Texas heat,
I'm the second born son
Of the Crippler King.
When the fuzz arrived
They surrounded our hero.
Tom hit the lights
And jumped out the window.
Tom carved a note
In the chest of "Exhibit A,"
He said, "This one's the first
But many shall pay."
He was born in the setting sun,
Raised in the Texas heat,
He was the second born son
Of the Crippler King.
"What's to connect?"
One detective did say,
He said, "These guys are different...
At least it seems that way!"
But the press pushed the puzzle,
"Who is this Crippler King?"
Folks got connection,
People that need protection.
He was born in the setting sun,
Raised in the Texas heat,
He was the second born son
Of the Crippler King.
A plot was devised
To dethrone this crippler king,
But the cops were too late,
Tom Gerald was in the ring.
Tom held a gun
Stiff against King's head
And said, "The time has come for you
To settle your debt.
I was just a kid
When you made me your victim,
And I got nothing left
But hate for your system.
You were a judge, but you knew no justice. You bought the law,
But you couldn't buy God!"
I was born in the setting sun,
I was raised in the Texas heat,
I'm the second born son
Of the crippler king.