Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John Doe, artist - Savannah Outen. Album song The Covers, Vol. 7, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 26.11.2014
Record label: Keep Your Soul
Song language: English
John Doe |
Seems like your heart stops working |
The minute they close the curtain |
You take off your mask |
And take off your costume |
And if anyone asks you’re taking a smoke break |
Drinking some coffee |
But everyone knows what you’re doing |
Seems like the bus moves slower |
Just cause you got somewhere to go |
So you take a few pills in Beverly Hills |
But if anyone asks you’ve got a prescription |
You got an addiction |
Who do you think that you’re fooling? |
John Doe, I just want the John I know |
Once you put the drinks on hold |
Maybe you could come back home |
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh |
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh |
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh |
Errybody’s addicted to something |
Errybody’s got to grip onto something |
Even if it’s just to feel the response of appeal |
Maybe once, maybe twice |
Maybe hundreds of times, hundreds of times |
Without it, it’s just harder to function at times |
You race to the bottom of every single bottle |
As if there was someone or something to find |
You’re struggling in your mind |
And you tell yourself lie after lie |
'Til you get to the point where it’s no longer private |
People that you work with noticed the signs |
When you walk in the room |
It gets noticeably quiet |
So you break up the silence, you say you’ve been at the gym |
But the way that you look, you can’t blame on the diet |
So what you hiding? |
John Doe, I just want the John I know |
Once you put the drinks on hold |
Maybe you could come back home |
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh |
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh |
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh |
Yeah, I’ve probably had too many things |
Smashed too many freaks |
Had too much to dro…(I mean) |
Had too much to drink |
Left the club, ended up in custody |
Random drug test, passed it luckily |
My girl broke up with me cause she walked in suddenly |
With a woman up under me |
I told her «Wait! |
It ain’t what it look like! |
I must’ve slip and fell, clumsy me!» |
Well, at least I admit it, cause the worst you could do |
Is to do it and not be man enough to say that you did it |
That’s just how you prevent it, well I ain’t no different |
I love all the money, the fame |
And the parties with beautiful women |
I’d spent so much time as an underground artist |
Cause I was afraid to succumb to the business |
And what I’d become |
But that what you’d judge I become |
The path with the greatest resistance |
That’s how the tables can turn, when they pivot |
And change your perspective and flip your entire position |
My whole life I’ve been dying to wish and to live and experience |
Everything possible |
When I told them my dreams, they just said they ain’t logical |
Now, I can see it — it’s optical |
John Doe, I just want the John I know |
Once you put the drinks on hold |
Maybe you could come back home |
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh |
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh |
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh |