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 tunred 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.