You were twenty five when you split the scene,
why did you have to go away ?
Prospects were good, you had money to burn,
but you had the curse of the `J`.
Now the skulls they`re piling up,
and it`s sure bad evidence.
Just use your head when you`re getting wrecked,
and do it with elegance.
You`re hearing screams,
you`re hearing screams,
living dreams for the last time.
A lizard man with an arctic soul,
and a skin of leather hide.
Drank himself into the ground,
rotted from the inside.
Now Johnny B he was real good,
sounded like a thunder clap.
Lived too fast died too young,
just another in that trap.
You`re dancing to the death,
you`re dancing to the death.
Taking your last breath,
dancing to the death.