Driving in my pick up truck

having some picking up to do.

We call ourselves Johns

because we´re to embarrased

to say who we really are.

Some of us are holy when

we choose who we want.

It isn´t far fetched from the

laws of our self created God.

Getting the itch in my pants

i drive endlessly through the block

to find my perfect trick,

to scratch my itch.

I want them young and sweet

so i can show them my meat

But first i must give them some sweets.

Behind is where i want to be

because of the captain in me.

Nobody must notice,

nobody must know

i´m perverted and the world

must not know