(verse 1 +2)
Johnny Smith,
he ain't been sleepin' again,
he's up all night thinkin' cardinal sins,
strikin' matches on the back of his hand
just to feel the burn.
walkin' restless on city streets,
lays his teeth on the cold concrete,
yellin' at passersby,
stand in line,
step in stride,
you'll get your turn...
(chor1)
SCREAMIN' DOCTOR
GIVE ME PILLS
GIVE ME PILLS
I GOT SOMETHIN' TO LEARN
(chor2)
LAUGHIN' BABY
GIMME THRILLS
GIMME THRILLS
I GOT NOTHIN TO EARN
10 years out for Johnny Smith,
walking haggard, staggered breath
thinks those headlights are his lover's eyes,
thin, thin blood flows into ice
10 years out for Johnny Smith,
walking haggard, staggered breath
thinks those headlights are his lover's eyes,
ANOTHER DRUNKEN MOTHERFUCKER DIES.
10 years out for Johnny Smith,
walking haggard, staggered breath
thinks those headlights are his lover's eyes,
THIN, THIN BLOOD FLOWS INTO ICE.
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