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Created on: September 01, 2010
Johnny's locked up in an tiny little cell, Johnny's locked up his life a living hell, Johnny's locked up for all that he was drinking. Johnny wipes his tears, what was Johnny thinking.
He didn't know, that he could cause such pain. Where does time go? Johnny's still to blame.
Because the car was rolling as he fell asleep, didn't see the family coming, Now its his turn to weep. There was a mother and a daughter on they're way home from school, How was Johnny such a fool.
Tara 37 and Amber all of 9, are now buried down the street past Highway 49, They left behind their family a father and a son. Johnny has justice won.
He walks in to the courtroom where they decide his fate, remembering the evening of October eighth. He stands alone in anguish and faces the angry crowd. Tell me Johnny are you proud.
Because the car was rolling as he fell asleep, didn't see the family coming, Now its his turn to weep. There was a mother and a daughter on they're way home from school, How was Johnny such a fool.
Johnny hopes for death to take him in the night, for all the pain that he has cause he thinks that this is right. He falls asleep in silence and is awakened by the screams. His tears soak his pillow from these horrible dreams. Johnny are you happy, do you want another drink. I'll call you a taxi Johnny, what do you think?
Because the car was rolling as he fell asleep, didn't see the family coming, Now its his turn to weep. There was a mother and a daughter on they're way home from school, How was Johnny such a fool.
Johnny climbs into the taxi, it cost him 20 bucks. He arrives home safely this is just not luck. As for Tara 37 and Amber all of 9, they arrive home alive.
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