Lyrics
Well, they raised him on violent dreams
Always justified his wicked streak
He's souless and really really mean
He's Johnny 99, Johnny 99, Oh won't you have mercy on me
Johnny 99, Johnny 99, oh, don't you take it out on me
He's got a gun in his hand
They sent him off through the land
Out to revolution our streets
Johnny 99, Johnny 99, oh, don't you point your gun at me
Johnny 99, Johnny 99, oh, don't you take a shot at me
Well, he shot a man in the face
Drown a woman in a flower vase
Grinning at the blood on his shoe
He's Johnny 99, Johnny 99, oh, don't you take your rage out on me
You've got to teach them how to be
Train them with morality
So they don't go bad
You've got to fill them up with love
Make them feel worthy of
And, hope they don't go mad
He's Johnny 99, Johnny 99 on a suicidal killing spree
Johnny 99, Oh Johnny 99, stop your grinning at me
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