Good Time Johnny
Planet in turmoil
People they run
Running on empty
From point of a gun
What are you eating?
Sure what it says?
Looks like a burger
But how does it taste?
Now you’re addicted
Tattoos brand your skin
You’d rather the music
Than join in the spring
You drink to excess
Smokes blow your mind
**** makes you reckless
Rave Johnny Good Time
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