Lyrics
Johnny was a sailor man who spent his life on land, smoking hash tobacco near a Soho hot dog stand. His shipboard skills eroding with every passing week, overcome with anger, soon he'll shut his mouth to speak.
Once Johnny had ambition: the liquid word was his! Today he couldn't tell you which was the ocean is. One night, with little warning, poor Johnny sprung a leak that changed his life. And now he shuts his mouth to speak.
He shuts his mouth to speak.
He shuts his mouth to speak, standing above a storm drain in the New York mid-day sun. It's been pouring out for hours, and it's only just begun. Suit-clad anglo cell-clones swarm past the immobile freak with the water flowing down his legs, who shuts his mouth to speak. He shuts his mouth to speak.
He shuts his mouth to speak.
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