Now Johnny's chewing on a chicken bone,
His gums are red and swollen,
Been eating leftovers and rubbish from the street for weeks now,
Ever since his shoes were stolen,
His hand out-stretched for your gratuities,
Leave your curses in his hat,
He'll wear them later when the downer brings him to his knees,
One of these days he knows he's going to crack,
Now Johnny's crawling down the shopping street,
His shrunken visage seeming smaller,
And no-one notices the half dead body lying in a heap,
Asleep beneath the water-cooler,
And as he wanders in his dreamworld,
The devil comes to him and says,
“Hey Johnny boy, get me a virgin, get me a virgin,
And I'll help you say your prayers”,
So Johnny rouses from his stupor,
And looks around him in the dark,
The words still rattling in his oh so empty head,
And his oh so empty belly starts to laugh,
“Hey Johnny boy, get me a virgin,
Get me one that's juicy and divine”
And the voices keep on dancing like the devils smoking gun,
And he cannot wrench the image from his mind,
He lives off road-k** for another week,
Then stalks the alleyways instead,
But finds no virgins only cats and rats,
Perhaps that might appease the devils teasing in his head,
He lures a p**ycat toward him,
Pretending kindliness to fool her,
Then grabs it breaks its neck and shoves it in a bag,
And leaves it for the devil beneath the water-cooler,
Then Johnny curls up for the winter,
Closes his eyes and fades to black,
And the devil says to him “You know that wasn't what I meant,
I've got my eye on you; you better watch your back”.