Jonny's got the money stashed about a mile away
Doesn't really matter much what the papers say
He's never been this close to the edge
The voices told him so in his head
In his head
In his head
Jonny wrapped the body tightly in a plastic case
Put it in a bright container with some household waste
Never seen a person dead
Images of killing trapped in his head
He's never been this lost and lonely without love
There must be something that can ease the pain
He's never been the type to follow all the crowd
There must be something that can ease the strain