Everybody knew him
Knew to stay away
Everybody knew him
Little Johnny never quite fit in the same

Everybody knew him
Knew to stay away
Everybody knew him
Little Johnny never quite fit in the same

Raised by the system
Little johhny caught the disease
Of irony and poverty and eveything between
And with a strung out absent mother
And a dad hes never seen
Little johnny stumbled blindly
Trying to kill his fucking disease

(alright, i should probably take this a bit more serious huh, this is kind of a heavier topic)

Johnny didnt have much
He came from a place
Where sanity and quality
Could never find its place
His mother, although loved him
She could never kick the chase
Of the sedatives and alcohol
The woman had her taste

As cheap as booze can be
There was never much to eat
In a cycle full of hunger
And a mother half asleep
Little johnny didnt need much
He surely got much less
As he bottled up the have not's
And took them straight to class

(in his fucking j@#sport, and that call of duty mindset)

So the school where johnny goes
Is as typical as most
If it wasnt for dear johnny
Then the name would be a ghost
Just a building full of kids
And the staff members within
Who will always wonder why
Or what was going on inside
Johnnys mind

(listen johnny now, i can kill the pain, make them understand, make them feel your rage)

(first off i dont condone these acts in any which way, im deathly afraid of guns, irrationally some would say, not to hold and aim or use, its the power and the abuse, because its the spark thatll ignite the blaze, thats gonna engulf this place)

Its time to wake up
And take a look around
Because that life that youve been living
Could be flipped right upside down
You think this murderer was born evil
You think this child was born evil

He was raised, enslaved
In this world we wont see
Hidden from the limelight
Like a cast out disease
Its time to wake up
Before it all comes crumbling
And we wll come tumbling down

When the cops finally ask johnny
All he could say
Was that he fucking loves her
More than the air that he breathes

Illiterate and angry
Sad and in love
The press had a field day trying to change the story up

(now for this girls safety we should change up her name, for the rest of this story we should call this girl Jane)

Now jane was very pretty
Very popular and clean
The kind of girl youd marry
Just like the girls on screen
And when the cops finally asked jane
All she could say
Was that johnny was the creepy kid
She barely knew in the 6th grade, damn

Dear johnny dont keep those guns by your side
Dear johnny dont you take 'em to school
I know that youve lost your sights
But it aint worth your life
Johnny try and keep your cool
Dear johnny dont keep those guns by your side
Dear johnny dont you take 'em to school
I know of the pain inside
I deal with it day and night
Johnny look what happened to you

Now the storys over
And its every bit untrue
Just a tale ive come across
And passed it onto you
The only part that scary
Is the listen still remains
As the shots rang out
In mass amounts
Are you modern warfare trained

(i know i am, but i guess well see someday, right. given the odds)

Everybody knew him
Knew to stay away
Everybody knew him
Little Johnny never quite fit in the same

Everybody knew him
Knew to stay away
Everybody knew him
Little Johnny never quite fit in the same