Johnny Thunders Lived in Leeds

Oh no
Oh, please

I was down on my knees with Johnny Thunders
Losing leaves, having a ball
Shooting pool down the head in the hall
Ooh, we rolled up sleeves
We're shooting, and they're slipping out of our knees

There were kids looking through my window
Stranger's coming through my door
Every ash were not in New York joking
I couldn't take it no more

Oh, no
Oh, please

I was down on my knees with Johnny's on his living knees
Copping dog in a phone box of Billy laundry
The herald view, oh God, he was turning blue

There were kids looking through my window
Strangers coming through my door
I'm a youngster, not a New York junkie
I couldn't tell you no more

In the pouring rain, from side watch the auction lanes
Here they come, Johnny Thunders and the Dead Veins

There were kids looking through my window
Strangers coming through my door
I'm a yachtsman, not a New York junkie
I couldn't take it no more

Oh, no
Oh, please
I was down on my knee, but journey's from the slipping lakes



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Writer(s): Chris Cooper, Simon Alexander Shields, Alarick Lewis, Alex Arnesen, Philip Brian Pettler
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