Текст:
Here I stand and I'm physically trapped by my tan
Drifting on the breeze travels a distant man
A lonely path when I stand alone
A realm of affliction, abandoned by my own
Here I lay down into certain death
Evil spirits come and grab my very last breath
Sometimes I wish reverseness in my path
A simple gesture or a simple laugh
But I'm evil, dirty and mean
Whole prime thoughts pulse through my bloodstream
Frightened, huh? You should be,
Who am I ? I'm Johnny B
Johnny B how much there is to see
Just open your eyes and listen to me
Straight ahead a green light turns to red
Oh, why can't you see, oh, Johnny B ?