| Johnny’s in the backseat of the car
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| — Driving don’t know where he’s going
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| Yes we got a full tank yeah by far but we are empty rolling
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| And we’ve forgotten so many passenger and you know the car
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| Is stolen. |
| I’m freakin in the front seat now, yeah, sittin with
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| A gun that’s smoking
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| Johnny went and shocked
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| — Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank
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| But he ain’t after silver of gold, he just a slice of the
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| Yellowcake. |
| He’s swishing flies with big sledge hammers, yeah
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| You know he’s running the show. |
| He thinks he is the big boss
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| Man but he straight up outta control
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| He gone, gone, gone yes he gone. |
| Gone yes he gone, gone
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| Johnny’s in the races being two face-ist
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| — He really don’t know what for
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| He got cops a’chasing, the music he ain’t facing, pedal
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| Right down to the floor. |
| His ideology is cracy as can be, it’s all
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| About the top score. |
| He once upheld the the law, he heading for
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| The wall and all we got to say is, and all we got to say is
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| He gone, gone, gone yes he gone. |
| Gone yes he gone, Gone
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| Johnny’s indicating, blinkers on
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| — But you know’man he ain’t turning
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| Yes he got his mind made up oh, even though he ears are
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| Burning. |
| He looking' in the rear view mirror now, see the
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| Chasing lights go spinning round, sirens and alarm bells
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| Ringing out, but Johnny don’t hear no sound… |