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