No, no, no, no, no

Walking docile to the church, you kneel

It's the head you hang for the wounds that would never heal

And always, Johnny, can you call me? (Call me)

The laminated God on the bedroom wall

The dirty hard drive in the draw of the Gothic hall

And always (Oh) , Johnny, can you call me?

Call me on the 31, when you run away

Nothing else at all I could ever say

Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?

Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?

Call me on the N9, when you run away

Nothing else at all I could ever say

Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?

Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?

A story for the lost

And thе bird found dead in frost

They nevеr saw us (Saw us)

They never saw us

Everything you've done for a face that's new

It's the room you fill for a nun

That will search it through

And always, Johnny, can you call me? (Call me)

You know I won't be found

Dead in frost

Call me on the 31, when you run away

Nothing else at all I would ever say

Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?

Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?

Call me on the N9, when you run away

Nothing else at all I would ever say

Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?

Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?

The sugar of lead

The sugar of lead

I cannot taste anymore

The sugar of lead

The sugar of lead

I cannot taste anymore