As I laid my head to rest, my grandmother she said.  I have for you a fairy tale of a friend I knew so well.    The story that I tell you, is as close as you can feel.  So close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll make your dreams come real.    There was a boy just like you, a handsome lad he was.  He never played with the other children, he was the only son.  His father and his mother, spoiled him with toys.  His grandmother, she was a witch, a scare to little boys.    They called her Mrs. Victoria  The little girls and boys their stories told ya  On Halloween the children didn't dare  They knew behind the door there was a scare    He went to school just like you, he never missed a class  But all the other children, they made fun of him and laughed  His teacher she felt sorry for him, put him above the rest  But all his mates they beat and bruised him, called him the teacher's pet    They called her Mrs. Victoria  They didn't like her grandson so they showed her  They beat him up before an after school  To all the kids he was the fool of fools    [guitar solo]    His name was Johnny just like yours, a lonely boy he'd been  He knew his grandma was the reason why he had no friends  All the children hated her, they hated this young boy  He thought that he would kill her, he was ready to destroy    Her name was Mrs. Victoria  He stabbed her in the back, the blood poured from her  Now Johnny lives alone, he has no problems or no pain  Inside an asylum, for the insane.