Johnny Sunday

Here's a cheery little number about the clerical abuse scandal in the Catholic Church. Written from the point of view of a victim who has lost everything, sleeps in a park, and plots the murder of his assailant.
Good times, everybody!

JOHNNY SUNDAY

by the stars over my head
by the royal green of my bed
under arbor's summer crown
i declare once and for all
from the tip-top of the wall
johnny sunday is going down

and if you see him
don't believe a word he says
cause he'll just slip you
another lie from the book of the ages
with no answer why

by the dark swell of my heart
by the dear dreams that depart
from a diary full of tears
i repeat once to myself
to myself and nobody else
johnny sunday's end is near

and if you see him
don't believe a word he says
cause he'll just slip you
another lie from the book of the ages
with no answer why

i'll never play the fool
i'll never drop my guard again
i'll be the secret scribe
of gutter lullabyes

by the stars over my head
by the royal green of my bed
under arbor's summer crown
i declare once and for all
from the tip-top of the wall
johnny sunday is going down

(c)2005DaveDonovan