Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to
it. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, not since the Civil War. Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnny's lads stand very still.
and trains Taking the pill that you know will kill you Under the wheels, The same, the same?. Johnny's gone and got himself a new man He gets laid, every day Johnny
and trains Taking the pill that you know will kill you Under the wheels, The same, the same.... Johnny's gone and got himself a new man He gets laid, every day Johnny
Lyrics: Matthew Barlow] I...I am a bastard son Conceived of a hundred men Now I'm the Chosen One Back, looking back Father William called me Johnny But
I... I am a bastard son Conceived of a hundred men Now I'm the Chosen One Back, looking back Father William called me Johnny But my mother called me
We're LIVIN PROOF) [D-Loc] rip hop punk rock hip hop pop lock, rip hop punk rock hip hop pop lock. fuck that shit, loc will spit, break em off with this
and trains Taking the pill that you know will kill you Under the wheels, the same, the same Johnny's gone and got himself a new man He gets laid every day Johnny
roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards
of you niggaz will rotate around me like you're fuckin venus At ease, here's a tissue for your nose bleed Watch this zu God seize, like seeds, that of johnny
, of wine, women and wands worth fame Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed" I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me
as far as I can tell I will be better off alone Now I'm gonna be the biggest bastard you have ever met Gonna knock you down so hard and then you never will
a hero. [Billy Flynn] Did you bring the money? [Amos Hart] I didn't do as well as I hoped. But, I will, Mr. Flynn. I will. [Billy Flynn] This is only
This is the last one Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out Don't wear the gold lame In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change Here's out
I, I am a bastard son Conceived of a hundred men Now I'm the Chosen One Back, looking back Father William called me Johnny But my mother called me Jack
