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?



Lyrics submitted by modestdakota

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