The Johnny Song

Oh oh darkest night holding tragedy at bay
Tender little meanings that get you through the day
These thoughts of revolution
And how to make 'em pay
Just how much is not enough
For the victim has to play

And no no Johnny this ain't a fucking showdown
And oh no Johnny you ain't so radical

When you harbor dreams of 
Limousines and scatter seeds corrupt
And satirize your deepest lies
Until you're in your cups
Wake before you sleep
And pray before you're dead
And if one comes before the other
The setting sun's well read

And no no Johnny this ain't a fucking showdown
And oh no Johnny you ain't so radical

As the car collides and the bodies fly
It was just a phone call
And a text for the next quadraplegic 
In the drunk ward down the hall
This time it'll be different
This time I can tell
Let's torch the house 
And drown those fears
And then go straight to hell

And no no Johnny this ain't a fucking showdown
And oh no Johnny you ain't so radical

The Johnny Song (apocalypse now mix)



Catch that lady she's my pretty baby, catch that girl she's walking away.

Catch that lady she's my pretty baby, catch that girl before it's too late.

So she's walking out today
Say's she never really cared anyway
I'll have to fix this too someday
She's walking out today

And when the bomb comes down and she says to leave town well I don't think so.

And are you gonna cash the checks and are you gonna pay the rent I don't think so.

Are you casting out your demons while you're inserting new semen I don't think so.

And if a life is the price then you'll surely make it thrice but I don't think so.


I Don't Think So



Back down that road and I got nothing.
But hard times, bleed until I'm sopping.
A dirty grind, this bone crushing topic
Can you see the crime, or is it microscopic?

Now I'm face down, in the cornfield flopping
Like a dead fish, road kill agape
A savory dish, or value girl swapping
Can you see the mess, when sex goes a shopping

Light up another smoke, and bring me a goddamned drink
Light up another smoke

It's a slick ride, like a dove shot for hawking
A greased bride, and groom set to fucking
With their cheap wine, and hash pipe sucking
On love's dime, permaculant and coming

Now the power wand leads in taking souls
And the chalice bleeds for self control
And the daylight says I can't take no more
And in the nightlight I'm a coming home

Light up another smoke, and bring me a goddamned drink
Don't lock the fucking door on me


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