Lyrics:

here's a story 'bout an american man

who's always used to doin' things the best that he can

he's got his wife, he's got his kids by his side

you know he'd rather fuck you up then swallow his pride

he's got his favorite band tattooed on his back

we'll call him johnny, and johnny wore black

dropped out of school because he loved the guitar

we used to check him out at all the clubs and the bars



he'd rather die on the outside, fight from within

when everything was said and done he knew he would win

he called the shots - and straddled the line

we knew he was lost all the time

(johnny black)



the years had passed us and the crowd moved on

we hadn't seen or heard from him in oh so long

we never even thought to pick up the phone

or to take the time to see if johnny was home

he had a motorcycle parked in the yard

which was always there for cruisin' when the times were hard

he never had a need to follow the mass

and he was all by himself as he stepped on the gas: