Jackknife Johnny [3:46] - From the Inside, 1978
	From his army confessions of his military days
	You still carry the shrapnel you're shell-shocked and dazed
	Dear Johnny have you lost your way
	Or like denim and leather are you faded and frayed

	Institute lackies with hot bourbon breath
	White coats and needles Johnny like to scare you to death
	Dear Johnny do you feel your best
	When you're strung out at night on your morphine and meth

	Jackknife Johnny you're a floor moppin' flunkie
	Tool of a dagger's drawn world
	Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
	For bringing home that V.C. girl
	Jackknife Johnny welcome to our world

	From the tone deaf hearing of the draft board game
	You were washing cars down in Dallas when the holocaust came
	Dear Johnny your excuse was lame
	All your friends sleep in boxes while you sleep in chains

	Jackknife Johnny you're a bad jungle monkey
	Tool of a dagger's drawn world
	Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
	For bringing home that V.C. girl
	Jackknife Johnny welcome to our world

	Jackknife Johnny you're a floor moppin' flunkie
	Tool of a dagger's drawn world
	Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
	For bringing home that V.C. girl
	Jackknife Johnny welcome to our world

	Jackknife Johnny you're a bad jungle monkey
	Tool of a dagger's drawn world
	Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta hate you
	For bringing home that V.C. girl
	Jackknife Johnny


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