MOMMY'S LITTLE MONSTER

Social DistortionLost Child Picked up by the police, only seventeenWhat did he do, what did he say?Hisfather left him as a little boyHis mother turned tricks just to buy his toys72hour evaluationImmediate psychiatric helpBut Johnny wasn't crazyHe wasjust an angry boyYears later, nothing much has changedLiquor, drugs andgangs have made him a manLiving in the streets in a world of his ownHestops and watches his heart turn to stoneHe's an important person nowHe'srunning with a wayward crowdBut Johnny wasn't crazyHe was just a lonelyboyThe pain got too great, an eventual suicideFear and anger were trappeddeep insideIf only Johnny could have opened up his heartThen me andJohnny wouldn't never had to partHe's tired of running the vicious circleHeloaded and cocked his .45But Johnny wasn't crazyHe was just a frightenedboyOh,How many Johnnys must there be?Oh JohnnyHow I wish you were here