Lyrics:
fingers touch bold, the fleece of the lamb
Hands
Well my buddy Johnny is a trick with that god damn guitar
And how far
Would those notes push me to start
Children before,
ANDREW: But we’re supposed to be monsters.
MUM:Johnny, I hope we’re not keeping you up,
Your dad was just playing his electric guitar.
He’s
eighteen I went to Hollywood,
I met Elvis and Marilyn and Johnny B. Good.
Got my guitar painted as the California sun,
My red Cadillac havin' too much fun.
are people who think
That I've went too far (too far)
All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal
And I traded in my meds for a guitar
There's so much
but I gotta face the facts
There’s so much road ahead that I can’t miss
I can’t wait to meet my heroes, talk guitars and battle scars
Ask Johnny if
you stay
I love
Ah, Johnny guitar
Johnny guitar
Johnny guitar
Empezamos rolling stones
Sin saber agarrar un paper
Hoy queremos ser Rolling Stones
Y encestarla como un Laker
Resolverlo como Holmes
Watson mira con deleite
Rhoomba, V’Ger, Chappie, TV’s Watson, Johnny 5
Watched a season of Tattoo Wars, it insulted their AI
Skynet was really drunk but she convinced
a delta force sniper named johnny Milton
Whom had a smile on his face every time he killed men
Retired doing private contracts and on the market
My face
me like goblin
Tight jeans call them robins
Partner in crime I need me a Robin
Searching for clues moving like Holmes & Watson
Old school tonight show
of texas ya hear me
Froze
Bc ice
Just left Johnny now im drippin in froze
Call me slim thug the way im pimpin them hoes
Hop on any Texas beat you know im
for fun i threw her a dub just to go shopping
Making choices really hard to me cuz i got 100 option
Drop a four in my orange fanta Soda Deshaun Watson
Though he loved to rock and roll
All these many years
He cared about the old people's
And little children's ears
Though he was a guitar man
He
B goode
Who'd never ever learned to read
Or write so well
But he could play the guitar
Just like a ringing a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go,
to tap the tremendous source of talent
On the Louisiana Hayride
Now you take Johnny Horton, the singing fisherman
Here's a guy that's just loaded with
Rory and the Hurricanes
Before he became the keeper of the plane
And by the name of Johnny Guitar
Electricity coming through his fingers
Every time
out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say
Hell yeah, turn it up, right
out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say
Hell yeah, turn it up, right
John Henry was just a little bitty boy
No bigger than the palm of your hand
His mammy looked down at John Henry and say
Johnny you're gonna be
the mix
Just two fellas with guitars trying to get their kicks
Punk rock for the skateboard kids, folk songs for the wise
Girlie pop for all the girls
he can't get high
Robotic bodies, guitar sounds
He goes deep in exploring holes
In alien grounds
Johnny Turbo, space boy freak
Daring pilot, mad
Inc.
WASP
BLACKIE LAWLESS
Lead Vocals and Guitar
CHRIS HOLMES
Lead Guitar
STEVE RILEY
Drums and Vocals
JOHNNY ROD
Bass and Vocals
Produced By: Blackie
When John Henry was just a little bitty boy no bigger than the palm of your hand
His mommy looked down at John Henry and say
Well Johnny you're gonna
headed for the top
She's got a dream to be a star
Dressed in black like Johnny Cash
With a pink guitar
No, she didn't go to college
She just up and hit
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