Lost Johnny Lost - Preacher Boy

Long hair burying the breeze

A brick dust percolating wheeze

A tailor razor up on your face

The mercy of your eye, like a baseball base

Don’t take on all the weight of this

A lady’s question pistol in your eyes

The quiver in the corner magnified

Captain sinking down on his ship

A toast with the devil takes the first sip

Don’t take on all the weight of this

Just think about the playground back when you was just a kid

When everyone was clappin' at the mighty things you did

Now lost Johnny lost, don’t ya be lost anymore

Just step right up, step right up, and take a good cut at what ya done come

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Backyard curse upon your bond

Boston quarter lost in a pond

Babies in flags all the way up there

The dying men and women with their hands in prayer

Don’t take on all the weight of this

Johnny let the leather coin purse be

Time before and after you’re free

Johnny can’t twist a hundred years

Everything was like this long before you made it here

Just think about the playground back when you was just a kid

When everyone was clappin' at the mighty things you did

Now lost Johnny lost, don’t ya be lost anymore

Just step right up, step right up, and take a good cut at what ya done come

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