Johnny’s got a Blade

Johnny’s got a blade six inches long, he picked up at the Army Navy Store
We sat the stairwell at Phipps, while he went to chat up Eva Lamore

When he came back he told me to smell his fingers, they smelled of pussy
Johnny’s got a blade six inches long, he used to penetrate Eva Lamore

Johnny was the new kid in town, girls stopped to stare when he came round
Had that hair slicked back, black with streak of grey, no curl could be found

Wore shirts rolled up at the sleeve, no tattoo on the bicep, none what so ever
Swore he had it removed back when he broke up with a girl named Clover

Johnny never knew how to play the guitar; sometimes he used his fore arm
Imitated Billy Zoom, tapped fingers to play chords on songs that went boom

Nobody stood up to Johnny, wasn’t the way he fought, was the way he stood
Had those hips slanted to the side, cocking a cigarette, showing some pride

Older women loved Johnny; they looked him over where ever he would go
Some brought him home for coffee; others kissed him under the mistletoe

Johnny never owned a gun; he wasn’t a bad boy who got caught with a .45
Kept this blade in the pocket never knowing if there would ever come a day

Johnny took to drinking too much; he had gotten on with the wrong crowd
They pulled him every which way, never knowing if he would end up alive

One night Johnny got into a fight, he pulled out the blade, stabbed somebody
Stood over the man, watched as he bled to death, Johnny dropped the knife

Ran for his life, never looking back, sat at a bar wanting to talk to anybody
Tell a story about a good looking man and a knife he owned, a life he took

Johnny had a blade six inches long, he picked up at the Army Navy Store
We used to sit the stairwell at Phipps, while he went to chat up Eva Lamore