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