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John Butler Trio
Johnny’s in the backseat of the car.
- Driving don’t know where he’s going.
Yes we got a full tank yeah by far but we are empty rolling and we’ve forgotten so many passenger and you know the car is stolen. I’m freaking in the front seat now, yeah, sitting with a gun that’s smoking.
Johnny went and shocked everyone.
- Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank
But he ain’t after silver or gold, he just wants a slice of the yellowcake. He’s swishing flies with big sledge hammers, yeah you know he’s running the show. He thinks he is the big boss man but he straight up outta control.
He gone, gone, gone yes he gone. Yes he gone, gone, gone, gone, yes he gone.
Johnny’s in the races being two face-ist.
- He really don’t know what for
He got the cops a’chasing, the music he ain’t facing, pedal right down to the floor.
His ideology is crazy as can be, it’s all about the top score. He once upheld the law, he heading for the wall and all we got to say is, and all we got to say is,
He gone, gone, gone, yes he gone. Yes he gone, gone, gone, gone yes he gone, yes he gone.
Johnny’s indicating blinkers on.
- But you know’man he ain’t turning.
Yes he got his mind made up oh, even though his ears are burning. He lookin’ in the rear view mirror now, see the chasing lights go spinning round, sirens and alarm bells ringing out, but Johnny don’t hear no sound
I got to get away man, got to clear my mind.. mind.. mind.. out of this mundane god-forsaken 9 to 5 waste of my time. I’m gonna tell the boss man I’m never coming back.. back.. back.. I’m just a one-way crazy locomotive jumping off of my tracks. `Cause I’m jacked up, sucked up, cut down, thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt. I’m just a no good excuse for a man. Yes you know I got to pick myself up out of this rut, but I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you. I want to be close to you, I want to be,
- Driving don’t know where he’s going.
Yes we got a full tank yeah by far but we are empty rolling and we’ve forgotten so many passenger and you know the car is stolen. I’m freaking in the front seat now, yeah, sitting with a gun that’s smoking.
Johnny went and shocked everyone.
- Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank
But he ain’t after silver or gold, he just wants a slice of the yellowcake. He’s swishing flies with big sledge hammers, yeah you know he’s running the show. He thinks he is the big boss man but he straight up outta control.
He gone, gone, gone yes he gone. Yes he gone, gone, gone, gone, yes he gone.
Johnny’s in the races being two face-ist.
- He really don’t know what for
He got the cops a’chasing, the music he ain’t facing, pedal right down to the floor.
His ideology is crazy as can be, it’s all about the top score. He once upheld the law, he heading for the wall and all we got to say is, and all we got to say is,
He gone, gone, gone, yes he gone. Yes he gone, gone, gone, gone yes he gone, yes he gone.
Johnny’s indicating blinkers on.
- But you know’man he ain’t turning.
Yes he got his mind made up oh, even though his ears are burning. He lookin’ in the rear view mirror now, see the chasing lights go spinning round, sirens and alarm bells ringing out, but Johnny don’t hear no sound
I got to get away man, got to clear my mind.. mind.. mind.. out of this mundane god-forsaken 9 to 5 waste of my time. I’m gonna tell the boss man I’m never coming back.. back.. back.. I’m just a one-way crazy locomotive jumping off of my tracks. `Cause I’m jacked up, sucked up, cut down, thrown around, discarded like a cigarette butt. I’m just a no good excuse for a man. Yes you know I got to pick myself up out of this rut, but I want to be close to you, I want to be close to you, you. I want to be close to you, I want to be,
