The Three Johns

Black Heart

The Three Johns


Milk stain on your collar 
Call yourself punk, punk 
And Robeson sang to general strikers
Wagner and Mayakovsy didn't need those amplifiers
Hmm... those boys cooked without electricity 
Know what I mean Mr. Practicality?
Mr. Stoppage? Mr. Insertongueupthebossesrear 
You said a mouthful of fear and you made a sound like a mouthful of pride. 
You said a headful of fear a brain reminiscent of that milk stain mentioned earlier 
Can you get me a voice like Vincent Price in a barrel of molasses 
Thanks, wrap, that up, I'll eat it later 
Like a blind main cans an ice cream. 
Like a deaf man who fates loudly in a crowded bar
Got it all over his face like a child
Shameless Didn't know any better 
Like I was faithfully yours a black heart beating out the dark