Whatever Happened to John?

James Holt

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Performed, recorded and produced by James Holt, 2016-17. Mastered by Alex Wharton, Abbey Road studios (2017)
Demo first released in 2015.

Hey Bill, what d'you kill? Ain't no way stop a thrill.
But Jill, write your will, hope you don't rest in landfill,
Stop there young lady, don't you go and shed any more tears,

Oh boy, here's your toy, give yourself a little joy.
My ploy, decoy, the horse that's heading for Troy,
Sit up and stand up, against all of your darkest fears,


You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control,
There ain't a lot of hope for me,


Hey John, you've gone, went out and left your light on.
I spawn, break of dawn, conducting cars with a baton,
You better find the key to all that ever will be,

Oh Paul, on the wall, see it that you don't fall,
Close call, canon ball, ringing the local town hall,
Maybe we'd hear the answer to our plea,


You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control,
There ain't a lot of hope for me,


You eat like a Roman, lie on your back and want more,
You kiss like a demon, crouch on your front like a whore,
You talk like a Queen, foam drooling from your mouth,
You fight like a teen, who's left all of his arms back down south,


Oh Lord, take a sword, and strike me before I get bored,
Ignored, in the ward, lying on the cutting board,
Hope I can pay, my debt in bags of stone,


You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control,
There ain't a lot of hope for me,
There ain't a lot of hope for me,
There ain't a lot of hope for me,
There ain't a lot of love for me,