M J B - Futurebirds

Mr. Johnny knows that book just like the back of his hand

Trust in the lord, man, he’ll take you to the promised land

As he shakes the bible in his hand

Mr. Johnny’s got his tent and he’s got his fans

Fancy cars in the driveway and the people say Look at this

They don’t know his ignorance is bliss

Screaming «love thy neighbor» as he laughs at midgets on TV

Thumbing the cross around his neck and trying sobriety

He looks so peculiar through his specs, 'cause he still can’t see

Is it clear to anyone but me?

Is he kidding anyone but me?

Mr. Johnny knows not much and he knows it well

Two types if people, those to heaven and those to hell

He takes a drag but he doesn’t inhale

Somewhere down that long tough and winding path

Mr Johnny’s golden rule turn the water green crimson black

His fundamentals are a thing of the past

Teaching the children all the virtues of equality

Boy tuck your shirt tail in, no room for minorities

He looks so peculiar through his specs cause he still can’t see

Is he kidding anyone but me?

Is it clear to anyone but me?

Mr. Johnny raises his brow as the sun goes down

Through this strange cacophony he hears the trumpet sound

And then he smiles as his feet leave the ground

Screaming «love thy neighbor» as he laughs at midgets on tv

Thumbing the cross around his neck, he’s trying sobriety

Looks so peculiar through his specs because he still can’t see

Is he kidding anyone but me?

Is it clear to anyone but me?