Lyric Johnny s Dead Aka Vincent Mason

DOVE:
This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my
identity...
(Girl in background: That s not funny.)
So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
You re fuckin us up, man!

PAUL: My playin s good, man!

DOVE: Fuckin us up, man! As we begin again... rude interruption from
our audience...
(Background laughter)
Here we go.

Oh Johnny
You got a bullet in your forehead, boy
Don t you understand, you dead
Buried six feet under the concrete
Ooh-aww-oh
That s the noise he made when he got shot
But Johnny s still dead
Still dead
Thought about his mama
Thought about his father Josephine
Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete
Ooh-aww-oh
The last words said by Johnny
But now he s six feet under and he s dead

Our next song we ll play is called Jenifa, we ll be back in a minute.