Pro-Pain - Johnny Black Lyrics
here's a story 'bout an american manwho's always used to doin' things the best that he canhe's got his wife, he's got his kids by his sideyou know he'd rather ***** you up then swallow his pridehe's got his favorite band tattooed on his backwe'll call him johnny, and johnny wore blackdropped out of school because he loved the guitarwe used to check him out at all the clubs and the barshe'd rather die on the outside, fight from withinwhen everything was said and done he knew he would winhe called the shots - and straddled the linewe knew he was lost all the time(johnny black)the years had passed us and the crowd moved onwe hadn't seen or heard from him in oh so longwe never even thought to pick up the phoneor to take the time to see if johnny was homehe had a motorcycle parked in the yardwhich was always there for cruisin' when the times were hardhe never had a need to follow the massand he was all by himself as he stepped on the gas:
