John Doe Lyrics

Who is John Doe, that question might pollute you

In loose terms he's a storm chaser

Worms and couscous work up an appetite fora small breakfast

Detest the world that he now lay in

Parley and speakeasies but he stays silent

Seldom violent reeks of meaty concoctions

Peachy schnapps sometimes

Don't believe in reiki, palms or religion

He knows taking alms is assuming positions he can't

Never recant on his word cause Integrity is his salary

Mother raised him well taught him what code of valor mean

Valentines was uneventful

Casanova could woo her clear schedule

But every suitor fled once He spoke as he was meant to

Jane was an exception Jane was different, Jane was a blessing

Closer to his heart than the voyager rendered void by the ploy of high tides

Ordained by mother nature, oh, the sailor's heart

Crushed to a million pieces

Post that, familiar defense

Famished but formed a fortress Round his heart and Jane could see it

Confidant she kept his secrets but work demanded she often leave him

Leave him be!

Enough, more about John Doe

John Doe, mind mach one like Concorde

No aristocrat, John Doe, a peasant, a rat

Most prized possession, his presence of mind

John Doe stingy with his time

Binge reader, never a bottom feeder

Nepotism was never in his favor

Lives life like a naxal

Interest include crude oil like dark shit

Parchment over paper, that's how it's been since the start

Rudimentary arts abolished