Driving in my pick up truck
having some picking up to do.
We call ourselves Johns
because we´re to embarrased
to say who we really are.
Some of us are holy when
we choose who we want.
It isn´t far fetched from the
laws of our self created God.
Getting the itch in my pants
i drive endlessly through the block
to find my perfect trick,
to scratch my itch.
I want them young and sweet
so i can show them my meat
But first i must give them some sweets.
Behind is where i want to be
because of the captain in me.
Nobody must notice,
nobody must know
i´m perverted and the world
must not know
