Well [bad [bad word] running out of order
‘Cause he knows now how it feels to be hurt
Because she didn’t give you a parting kiss
She just gave you a picture of a bird
You are left left left of the subway station
Looking at grey winter faces in the fog
This bird has flown back into her garden
Left you trembling and whimpering like a dog

Back Johnny back, life’s so bitter
The city’s faster than your heartbeat
You’re not born to make these people happy
You’ve got no wings to fly, so take your feet
Back, turn your back on the city
The little bird won’t fly to you again
Swallow your tears, spit on the road now
And help yourself, get out of this land

[Attention Johnny, travelling man
This is your house speaking to [bad word] back and clean my rooms from the dust
And you will find an invitation to a breakfast
With a nice girl from your street!]

Johnny, make your feet stomp louder
Make your mind hope for better times
Make your ears listen to another bird’s chirping
Your song is good enough for another rhyme
Your life is as exciting as ten lives
If nobody dances with you, dance with the air
If nobody talks, talk with your alter ego
Or with the little lice in your hair

Back Johnny back, life’s so bitter
The city’s faster than your heartbeat
You’re not born to make these people happy
You’ve got no wings to fly, so take your feet
Back, turn your back on the city
The little bird won’t fly to you again
Swallow your tears, spit on the road now
And help yourself, get out of this land

Back Johnny back, life’s so bitter
The city’s faster than your heartbeat
You’re not born to make these people happy
You’ve got no wings to fly, fly with your feet
Back, turn your back on the city
The little bird won’t fly to you again
Swallow your tears, spit on the road now
And help yourself, get out of this land
Get out of this land