Loneliness cries deep from my soul. Keeps trying to tell me about the world growing so cold. Too many people trying to take from my earth. But we can't live without controlling our birth.
A long, long time ago there lived an indian boy,. When he came upon this earth he brought his family joy.. A paranoid young brave was he, inside his frame was some misery,.
Oh, I'm gonna tell you. A story 'bout a little boy. Oh, a sad little boy. I'm talkin' 'bout Little Johnny Hooker. . Little Johnny Hooker was a sissy on the street.
Life, this is an outrageous life. We're living in. We call this turmoil our life. Oh, and it's gettin' old coming over again. . But we don't hear nobody.