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Johnny found a penny on the ground when he was five He stuck it in a empty coffee can and taped the lid shut Slit the top and labeled it with masking tape: Free Money Now he's got good reason to pay attention to details Understands potential of the little things in life That most people arrogantly pass by on high horses Too caught up in the ride, too wide-eyed Too lost in a head of pointless thoughts to realize That deaf ears mute traditional voices He was smart kid Knew enough to keep his head straight Despite his crooked optic, he's cycloptic Collects change off the ground after people drop it Add it to the Maxwell House account Nobody knows about Not the kids on the playground They knock him down But he sees more with one eye than those guys He'll survive the hurt pride and the broken nose dives Til the miracle medical procedure eliminates the need for Prescription monocles and trips to the hospital Every Monday for a physical College graduation looking like a normal citizen But he never quite fit in, he was a freak til age eleven Never told his secret, never looked at pictures Never had a girlfriend Letras de cancionesNever trusted mirrors Never liked two eyes to dry tears Johnny goes to work every day He's a salesman, has to sell himself To sell enough to make commission Legal prostitution He hates himself for the first time, breaks down and cries Is this why I worked so hard to hold on to this life? To get shit on by people that I don't even like? Used to be that everyone expected me to fight Now they're like, "Play nice" And on his knees his sees shiny new quarter In the grass And all the walls start to collapse He makes about eighty bucks a day, good pay Stops at the bank and gets wrappers for twenty years of found change Cuts the lid off can he's got hid in his apartment It's mostly pennies but it weights a ton He rolls a fifty stack, then he rolls another one It's about a hundred bucks, but he's see more than that It's free money, found money Got one day of his life back One day to face facts, one day to react His forced happy-faced personality is officially detached He calls out, step one of a crack plan He'll break even by the contents of his coffee can Breaks out the pistol from the nightstand And breaks out for downtown scouting pedestrians Gouged out his new eye with the pen he signed the waiver with And sprayed off a whole city's worth of school kids Screaming "Fuck the future, my past is where I wanna live!" Takes a cop helicopter down with a well-shot round They can't catch him, as he bobs and weaves through the underground They can't believe how many clips he's got stashed in his belt He's on the train tracks trembling staring down the barrel Eliminates the one eye and dies, made headlines He saw more than you and I, and it was too much He snapped How much can I take before I lose my mind? Cross the line between psychopath and justified From Letras Mania