In year one-nine-nine-six-o-one (the last numeral was upside down),

Johnny Drummer came to the outskirts of town.

People came out and shouted at him. Some people came out and shouted at

him, "Say, show us your sticks." Then they went back to their computer

tricks.

He'd hit a town with no life, to begin, where they forgot the facts. Two

sticks make up a cross. Why is it always this way? Why do they always

have to

say, "Hey, Johnny, get out of the way."

He looked in the mirror and said, "I am not him." He stood outside a bar

and raised the nerve to go in. The window hosted at least 45 men.

Wondered

which one was waiting for him. And the boy at the machine meant him no

harm, but to him the boy was staring again at him. The rhythm over in

his

head again.

Men, boys and girls! Don't ever follow the path of being hard and tough

when your heart is soft.