Johnny wakes up, clears his throat
After a long night drinking alone
He wants a coffee so he leaves the bed
The day begins with a cigarette
Outside he finds that it's raining
It was a hell of a day
Johnny knows he's got this overcome
He's well prepared to confront the game

Maybe he's right, or maybe he's wrong
Word is no good when you're a fool
Take his advice and never leave the bed
Without an over-cone and cigarettes
You say you feel that he's burning
He was a hell of a man
Shouldn't know he's got his own ideas
He's gonna try to confront himself