Johnny had a habit Didn't stand a chance Walked right up behind him Shot him in the back
Johnny had a habit Turning skin to black and blue Irish fists bush into lips Fractured wrists and fingertips Anything to get a kick Slits his belly with a blade Argues that he's not insane Jesus' wounds made him a saint
Johnny liked to play roulette Gambled on the losing bet Win or lose it's all the same Claims it's how you play the game
Johnny had a hard on Booze and broads were both to blame Screwed into forgetfullness Big-lipped chicks who fought to main Weren't afraid of dirty games Wet his bed with gunshot stains What is love with out the pain
Johnny had it coming Didn't stand a chance Laid right down beside him Shot him in the backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
