Lyrics:
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
She was a definite beauty queen, with a face out of a magazine,
Whenever she walked by, all the young girls would cry.
cnd they'd say, ooh Honey,
of gratification in some twisted mind
Johnny Guitar Watson: YEAH!
Senator Trible: Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
Johnny's train
Find out that he was curious
He told her who he knew
By this time she was through
(He made the Sheila furious)
But Johnny had a charming way
for the kiss
Ppht, oops
Ppht, oops
Ppht, I farted
It's two years later on Johnny's wedding day
The love of his life stands by his side
Johnny looks
through each other's eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by...
And they wisper -
little bitch with a dick
Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick
Shoutout johnnascus
Johnny boy
Johnny boy
Playing with his army toys
Johnny
down by some shady grove
And heard them pledge each other in the constant bands of love
Her father he strode up to her and took her by the hand
He vowed
To all my cousins and my sugas
We can't let them assume us
We got our own history
We got our own stories
Listen what your matua told
so you'll never
as any guy, and liked his women yet
But Susie always nagged him, and loved to pick a fight
So Johnny told her, Susie, maybe it's best you spend your nights
The Gypsy Prince's son was Johnny
He was bloody good with money
In the way hard men aren't smart men
But they seem to have that knack
Spent his youth
common thought
Moves so fast and furious, and no, it can't be bought
Johnny was a brickie
Contented in his life
Worked by day on building sites,
a Santa A-list
Time is passin' by yet his scars remain ageless
He called him on the phone to say pop's
This'll take a minute of ya time
But his wishes
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
below to keep releasing
Atoms by the millions, til the numbers increasing
Til it was burning he kept returning itself to the source
The hotter his
within ya
From out of this collision
The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
Balanced
people in the world who are listening
(tell 'em)
I have a friend named Johnny D
His band is Tin Tree Factory
Everything he does is gold to me
And it's
dadadada da
Johnny left home to seek his fame.
Small town boy, the streets of L.A.
A day-time waiter in a night-time band.
Acting cool, said he was
He's 68 and brings my morning paper
Each day while it's dark
Then hustles off to greet folks
At the Highway 9 Walmart
His daughter moved back home
Mary's driving home again
She's crying again
Johnny left her for another girl
She's embarrassed by her loneliness
And haunted by her shame
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
within ya
From out of this collision
The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
Balanced
releasin'
Atoms by the millions, 'til the numbers increasin'
'Til it was burnin' he kept returnin' itself to the source
The hotter his thoughts it gave
the ground and rushes to the house, surprisingly quickly for his age, giving Edward a sign to wait. On his way back he is carrying a large book, chewed by time
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