Johnny

The first time I saw Johnny He was wrapped around a sign post trying to cross the road He wore a bright pink T-shirt without a care for his hair White dreadlocks on down to his toes Almost collapsing in the wind with alarms ringing He made the other side in due time And once he crossed the road you could see in his eyes He had lost his mind a few too many times He feels the love and he feels the hate Both of these are here to stay As long as he finds that healthy balance between the two He will keep on pushing on through His name is Johnny, he hasn't got many friends He's old enough to be my grandad but he acts like he's my son With the sun shining outside, he's in a room with the light on And the curtains closed With a high pitch skinny voice, both strange and inviting He recites his own prose He spoke of African night skies and the silhouettes Of elephants, stars and monkeys And after every verse he would look around to see the pictures Painted by his words And I feel his love and I feel his hate Both of these are here to stay As long as we find that healthy balance between the two Which really isn't that easy to do You will see that we will keep on pushing on through His name is Johnny, he hasn't got many friends He's old enough to be my grandad but he acts like he's my son My son, my son, my son... Deja de mirar, deja de mirarte Y aunque creas, que no vale ¿Quien te ha visto? ¿Quien te ha visto y quien te ve? En esta vida tan jodida no dejes de vivir --- Johnny - Time for T