| From his army confessions of his military days
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| You still carry the shrapnel you’re shell-shocked and dazed
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| Dear Johnny have you lost your way
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| Or like denim and leather are you faded and frayed
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| Institute lackies with hot bourbon breath
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| White coats and needles Johnny like to scare you to death
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| Dear Johnny do you feel your best
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| When you’re strung out at night on your morphine and meth
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| Jackknife Johnny you’re a floor moppin' flunkie
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| Tool of a dagger’s drawn world
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| Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
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| For bringing home that V.C. |
| girl
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| Jackknife Johnny welcome to our world
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| From the tone deaf hearing of the draft board game
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| You were washing cars down in Dallas when the holocaust came
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| Dear Johnny your excuse was lame
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| All your friends sleep in boxes while you sleep in chains
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| Jackknife Johnny you’re a bad jungle monkey
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| Tool of a dagger’s drawn world
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| Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
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| For bringing home that V.C. |
| girl
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| Jackknife Johnny welcome to our world
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| Jackknife Johnny you’re a floor moppin' flunkie
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| Tool of a dagger’s drawn world
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| Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
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| For bringing home that V.C. |
| girl
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| Jackknife Johnny welcome to our world
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| Jackknife Johnny you’re a bad jungle monkey
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| Tool of a dagger’s drawn world
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| Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
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| For bringing home that V.C. |
| girl
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| Jackknife Johnny |