B.O.B & Priscilla ☆ John Doe

Seems like your heart
stops working
The minute they close the curtain
And take off your mask
And take off your costume
And if anyone asks
you’re taking a small break
Drinking some coffee
But everyone knows
what you’re doing
Seems like the bus moves slower
Just cause you got somewhere to go
So you take a few pills
in Beverly Hills
But if anyone asks
you’ve got a prescription
You got an addiction
Who do you think that
you’re fooling
John Doe
I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Errybody’s addicted to something
Errybody gotta grip onto something
Even if it’s just the feel too
responsible to feel maybe once
maybe twice
Maybe hundreds of times
hundreds of times
Without it it’s just harder to
function at times
You race to the bottom of every
single bottle
As if there was someone or
something to find
You’re struggling in your mind
And you tell yourself lie
after lie
‘Til you get to the point where
it’s no longer private
That people that you work with
noticed the signs
When you walk in the room
It gets noticeably quiet
So you break up the silence
you say you’ve been at the gym
But the way look
can’t blame on the diet
So what you hiding
John Doe
I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Yeah I’ve probably had
too many things
Smashed too many freaks
Had too much to drop me
Had too much to drink
Left the club ended up in custody
Random drug test
passed it luckily
My girl broke up wit’ me cause
she walked in suddenly
With a woman up under me
I told her Wait
It ain’t what it look like
I must’ve slip and fell
clumsy me
Well at least I admit it cause
the worst you could do
Is to do it and not be man
enough to say that you did it
That’s just how you prevent it
well I ain’t no different
I love all the money the fame
And the parties with beautiful
women
I spend so much time as an
underground artist
Cause I was afraid to succumb to
the business
And what I’d become
But that what you’d judge I become
The path with the greatest
resistance
That’s how the tables can turn
when they pivot
And change you perspective and
flip your entire position
My whole life I’ve been dying to
wish and to live and experience
Everything possible
When I told ’em my dreams
they just said they ain’t logical
Now I can see it it’s optical
optical
ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
John Doe
I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe