Johnny found a penny on the ground when he was five

He stuck it in a empty coffee can and taped the lid shut

Slit the top and labeled it with masking tape: Free Money

Now he's got good reason to pay attention to details

Understands potential of the little things in life

That most people arrogantly pass by on high horses

Too caught up in the ride, too wide-eyed

Too lost in a head of pointless thoughts to realize

That deaf ears mute traditional voices

He was smart kid

Knew enough to keep his head straight

Despite his crooked optic, he's cycloptic

Collects change off the ground after people drop it

Add it to the Maxwell House account

Nobody knows about

Not the kids on the playground

They knock him down

But he sees more with one eye than those guys

He'll survive the hurt pride and the broken nose dives

Til the miracle medical procedure eliminates the need for

Prescription monocles and trips to the hospital

Every Monday for a physical

College graduation looking like a normal citizen

But he never quite fit in, he was a freak til age eleven

Never told his secret, never looked at pictures

Never had a girlfriend

Never trusted mirrors

Never liked two eyes to dry tears

Johnny goes to work every day

He's a salesman, has to sell himself

To sell enough to make commission

Legal prostitution

He hates himself for the first time, breaks down and cries

Is this why I worked so hard to hold on to this life?

To get shit on by people that I don't even like?

Used to be that everyone expected me to fight

Now they're like, "Play nice"

And on his knees his sees shiny new quarter

In the grass

And all the walls start to collapse

He makes about eighty bucks a day, good pay

Stops at the bank and gets wrappers for twenty years of found change

Cuts the lid off can he's got hid in his apartment

It's mostly pennies but it weights a ton

He rolls a fifty stack, then he rolls another one

It's  about a hundred bucks, but he's see more than that

It's free money, found money

Got one day of his life back

One day to face facts, one day to react

His forced happy-faced personality is officially detached

He calls out, step one of a crack plan

He'll break even by the contents of his coffee can

Breaks out the pistol from the nightstand

And breaks out for downtown scouting pedestrians

Gouged out his new eye with the pen he signed the waiver with

And sprayed off a whole city's worth of school kids

Screaming "Fuck the future, my past is where I wanna live!"

Takes a cop helicopter down with a well-shot round

They can't catch him, as he bobs and weaves through the underground

They can't believe how many clips he's got stashed in his belt

He's on the train tracks trembling staring down the barrel

Eliminates the one eye and dies, made headlines

He saw more than you and I, and it was too much

He snapped

How much can I take before I lose my mind?

Cross the line between psychopath and justified