Johnny says he's bound by only six stirngs to this world

Johnny says he keeps them always one turn out of tune

Johnny never listens to the kids that say

Johnnyx ain't never done the right thing anyway

Johnny wears his leather like a crown of thorns

Johnny spends alot of time wishing he was never born

Johnny waits at journal square and tells himself again

Johnny you're the patron saint of spitting in the wind'

Johnny's got all the scars but he'll never learn from them

Johnny's past is his guide but he can't remember where he's been.

Johnny looks up through the steam of his caffine and says

"life a train i barely caught just to find out i ain't got the fare"

i got my records of the king to keep me the red red wine in

the air is drifting four chords and the spite to use them and just enough

wisdom to ignore the truth