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