Johnny Black Lyrics - Foul Taste Of Freedom - Pro-pain

here's a story 'bout an american man 

who's always used to doin' things the best that he can 

he's got his wife, he's got his kids by his side 

he's got his favorite band tattooed on his back 

you know he'd rather fuck you up then swallow his pride 

dropped out of school because he loved the guitar 

we'll call him johnny, and johnny wore black 

we used to check him out at all the clubs and the bars 

he'd rather die on the outside, fight from within 

when everything was said and done he knew he would win 

he called the shots - and straddled the line 

we knew he was lost all the time 

(johnny black) 

the years had passed us and the crowd moved on 

we hadn't seen or heard from him in oh so long 

we never even thought to pick up the phone 

or to take the time to see if johnny was home 

he had a motorcycle parked in the yard 

which was always there for cruisin' when the times were hard 

he never had a need to follow the mass 

and he was all by himself as he stepped on the gas: