Jackknife Johnny

From his army confessions of his military days You still carry the shrapnel; you're shell-shocked and dazed Dear Johnny, have you lost your way? Or like denim and leather, are you faded and frayed? Institute lackies with hot bourbon breath White coats and needles, Johnny, like to scare you to death Dear Johnny, do you feel your best When you're strung out at night on your morphine and meth? Jackknife Johnny, you're a floor moppin' flunkie Tool of a dagger's drawn world Jackknife Johnny, them old vets gotta hate you For bringing home that V.C. girl Jackknife Johnny, welcome to our world From the tone deaf hearing of the draft board game You were washing cars down in Dallas when the holocaust came Dear Johnny, your excuse was lame All your friends sleep in boxes while you sleep in chains Jackknife Johnny, you're a bad jungle monkey Tool of a dagger's drawn world Jackknife Johnny, them old vets gotta hate you For bringing home that V.C. girl Jackknife Johnny, welcome to our world Jackknife Johnny, you're a floor moppin' flunkie Tool of a dagger's drawn world Jackknife Johnny, them old vets gotta hate you For bringing home that V.C. girl Jackknife Johnny, welcome to our world Jackknife Johnny, you're a bad jungle monkey Tool of a dagger's drawn world Jackknife Johnny, them old vets gotta hate you For bringing home that V.C. girl Jackknife Johnny