كلمات Johnny

Johnny cut his hair, now he looks like a punk With buttons pinned all over his clothes He got all the albums by the B-52 Sometimes he's a one man show Went to NYC to join the crowd Identity was what he need The trouble was that everybody looked the same Purpose was a total defeat When there's nothing new, we look for the old And everybody catches on, yeah All we want to be is the part of the crowd Whether it's right or wrong, yeah, oh What's the use of being yourself When it seems that no one cares 'Cause you're a clone of someone else There is nothing left to compare When there's nothing new, we look for the old And everybody catches on, yeah All we want to be is the part of the crowd Whether it's right or wrong, yeah, oh