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