TONY 17 years at a truck stop

17 years of nausea
Of loathing of a man
Who put me at a truck stop
All part of his sick plan
That was in lousiana
YES AMERICA the free
Where rancour comes for nothing
And contemptibility

I was a wild tiger
Remember What blake wrote
Burning bright
That was me alright
Unloved though of note
In an offensive prison cell
Scoffed at everyday
With diesel fumes and carbon
Revoltingly I did pay

Sandlin was my owner
Well that is what he thought
The dust and grime
Was all the time
Getting to me caught
Up in all that pollution
A jungle soul was I
Kept just to be oggled at
Until the day I die

The hostility of many
The ignorance of some
No love lost for any
Their antipathy left me numb
All the light I ever had
Went out long ago
My nobleness extinguished
As many of you know

Hope i always had hope
But despondency and pain
Took me on a journey
I was desperate to regain
Purpose, just to be there
A vision somehow to
Go on being full of life
But it was hard to do

The boredom and the lack of interest
Was heavy on my heart
The monotony was killing
Really from the start
Ponderous and heavy
I lost my will to be
The tiger really I was born
To open my eyes and see

Instead i wailed inside myself
Blubbering away
Floods of tears when no one came
Filled my eyes each day
17 years of purgatory
Dispirited was I
Joyless always dreary
Just waiting to die

And Sandlin kept me in there
Every single day
Taking on the stench of all of that
That was his way
Apparently had no regret
And wants another he
Wants another tiger
Despite my history

My kidneys gave up thankfully
And the needle was the gift
One minute in hell on earth
Then heaven I got that lift
All of the lamentation
Seemingly did go
They had killed me thankfully
Thats If you want to know