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teach1st Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jun-16-04 10:47 PM
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Johnny Pissoff
Edited on Wed Jun-16-04 10:48 PM by teach1st
From The Fugs, It Crawled Into My Hand, Honest (1968)

Johnny Pissoff Meets the Red Angel

I sit alone in the bar
Drinkin' Scarlett O'Haras
I'm kept aroused by the boxing gloves
Enough to punch out fags
Don't startle me by sudden noise
Cuz I'll stomp all over you
And I love it, I love it, I love to fight

And hey, mister.
Tell all the niggers my name is Johnny
Johnny Pissoff.

Last night, had a dream
Of a gook-head skeet-shootin' mama
And the Red Angel was a scoldin' me
And a callin' my name
I woke up all sweating
My Derringer in hand
I have a hand-grenade lighter
And a burp-gun under the bed

And hey, mister.
Tell all the commies my name is Johnny.
Johnny Pissoff.

I'd love to get my hands on Sirhan Sirhan
I'd rip out his spine and shove it down his throat
Today I cut some frogs legs off
And I left them by the pond
But I'd never kill the president
But I kill him in my dreams

And hey, mister.
Tell all the draft card burners my name is Johnny.
Johnny Pissoff

They showed me yesterday
On the TV set
How the cowboys used karate
Hippies parade for freedom
I hear next seasons' Cowboys gonna
Kick each others crotch
Hell, I nearly had to kill a bunch of peace queers
Sunday mornin', holdin' signs outside o' church
Ain't no pink fag legislature gonna
Say I can't have guns

And hey, mister.
Tell all the whole wide sky my name is Johnny.
Johnny PISSOFF!

When the Red Angel comes
And the TV is cold
Will you pray in the dawn
For the rest of your soul
When you lie in the dour death coma
Do you think you're gonna go to heaven,
Oh Johnny,
With a violent heart?

(Are you ready Johnny? I'm the Red Angel.)

Ahimsa, oh Johnny, ahimsa.
In the spinning confusion, ahimsa.
In the flood of life, death, and torture
Ahimsa, ahimsa, ahii-iii-ii-iimsa
Ahimsa is the seashell of Buddha
Ahimsa is the rose and the lamb

When the Red Angel comes
And the TV is cold
Will you pray in the dawn
For the rest of your soul
When you lie in the dour death coma
Do you think you're gonna go to heaven,
Oh Johnny,
With a violent heart?

-Johnny Pissoff Meets the Red Angel (Ed Sanders)
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