here's a story 'bout an american man
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who's always used to doin' things the best that he can
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he's got his wife, he's got his kids by his side
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you know he'd rather fuck you up then swallow his pride
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he's got his favorite band tattooed on his back
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we'll call him johnny, and johnny wore black
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dropped out of school because he loved the guitar
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we used to check him out at all the clubs and the bars
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he'd rather die on the outside, fight from within
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when everything was said and done he knew he would win
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he called the shots - and straddled the line
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we knew he was lost all the time
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(johnny black)
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the years had passed us and the crowd moved on
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we hadn't seen or heard from him in oh so long
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we never even thought to pick up the phone
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or to take the time to see if johnny was home
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he had a motorcycle parked in the yard
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which was always there for cruisin' when the times were hard
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he never had a need to follow the mass
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and he was all by himself as he stepped on the gas:
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Johnny Black
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| Pro-Pain |
