Songtext von Johnny America

Show me a better bike than the one I got If it makes any difference you can keep the lot There's plenty of space in the parking lot A head full of hopes A pocket full of dreams Handle bars coming apart at the seams There goes Johnny America Riding Hard up Mission Hill Some think he'll make it to the top today Some say he never will Though he's just a child at heart He's old enough to fall Nobody in 100 years Can touch him faults and all... What you going to say about my little man Take another shot, do the best you can They're selling out souls in the grandstand His Cap peeled back Got Blood on his knees Fighting back tears Tearing through the breeze There goes Johnny America Riding Hard up Mission Hill Some think he'll make it to the top today Some say he never will Though he's just a child at heart He's old enough to fall Nobody in 100 years Can touch him faults and all... He's come to far to fall There goes Johnny America Riding Hard up Mission Hill Some think he'll make it to the top today Some say he never will... GO! Go Johnny! Go Johnny! There goes Johnny America Riding Hard up Mission Hill Some think he'll make it to the top today I say he will