Lost Child
Picked up by the police, only seventeen
What did he do, what did he say?
His father left him as a little boy
His mother turned tricks just to buy his toys
72 hour evaluation
Immediate psychiatric help
But Johnny wasn't crazy
He was just an angry boy
Years later, nothing much has changed
Liquor, drugs and gangs have made him a man
Living in the streets in a world of his own
He stops and watches his heart turn to stone
He's an important person now
He's running with a wayward crowd
But Johnny wasn't crazy
He was just a lonely boy
The pain got too great, an eventual suicide
Fear and anger were trapped deep inside
If only Johnny could have opened up his heart
Then me and Johnny wouldn't never had to part
He's tired of running the vicious circle
He loaded and cocked his .45
But Johnny wasn't crazy
He was just a frightened boy
Oh,
How many Johnnys must there be?
Oh Johnny
How I wish you were here
Niño Perdido
Recogido por la policía, solo diecisiete
¿Qué hizo, qué dijo?
Su padre lo abandonó cuando era un niño pequeño
Su madre se prostituía solo para comprarle juguetes
Evaluación de 72 horas
Ayuda psiquiátrica inmediata
Pero Johnny no estaba loco
Solo era un chico enojado
Años después, no mucho ha cambiado
Alcohol, drogas y pandillas lo han convertido en un hombre
Viviendo en las calles en un mundo propio
Se detiene y ve cómo su corazón se convierte en piedra
Ahora es una persona importante
Se junta con una multitud desviada
Pero Johnny no estaba loco
Solo era un chico solitario
El dolor se volvió insoportable, un eventual suicidio
El miedo y la ira estaban atrapados en lo más profundo
Si tan solo Johnny hubiera podido abrir su corazón
Entonces yo y Johnny nunca habríamos tenido que separarnos
Está cansado de correr en círculos viciosos
Cargó y armó su .45
Pero Johnny no estaba loco
Solo era un chico asustado
Oh,
¿Cuántos Johnnys deben existir?
Oh Johnny
Cómo desearía que estuvieras aquí