Tekst:
Driving in my pick up truck having some picking up to do
We call ourselves Johns
because weВґre to embarrased to say who we really are
Some of us are holy when we choose who we want
It isnВґt far fetched from the laws of our self created God
Getting the itch in my pants
i drive endlessly through the block
to find my perfect trick, to scratch my itch
I want them young and sweet so i can show them my meat
But first i must give them some sweets
Behind is where i want to be because of the captain in me
Nobody must notice, nobody must know
that iВґm perverted and the world is my ground
We call ourselves Johns
because weВґre to embarrased to say who we really are
Some of us are holy when we choose who we want
It isnВґt far fetched from the laws of our self created God
Getting the itch in my pants
i drive endlessly through the block
to find my perfect trick, to scratch my itch
I want them young and sweet so i can show them my meat
But first i must give them some sweets
Behind is where i want to be because of the captain in me
Nobody must notice, nobody must know
that iВґm perverted and the world is my ground
