Lletres: High Kings (The). Other. Bad Boy Johnny.

Another teenage innocent,
Another head on the wall.
Another notch on his bedpost,
Another victim to fall.
Another name from his black book,
Another face in the crowd.
She's the girl with the right look,
Dressed to kill in a shroud.

You can't win, you got to lose,
When you play boy Johnnys rules.
You cant win he's beaten the best,
With fatal charm, and no regrets.

Another dreamage innocent,
Another waiting a call.
Another insignificant,
Another out in the hall.
Another day full of bad luck,
Another bay from the crowd.
She's been caught with a right hook,
Better throw in the towel.

You can't win, you got to lose,
When you play boy Johnnys rules.
You cant win he's beaten the best,
With fatal charm, and no regrets

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)