Johhny Beat Wilson Lyrics

When was it done,
the deed of the devil?
Thinking the thoughts which demand a black soul.

To dream what was done,
by a foul shifted mind,
and care who disposed of...

Chorus:
Wilson.
Taken aghast by a haggard face.
Wilson.
Planning with Johhny to move the disgrace.

Pause for the kill.

Rolling on roads to the father,
you blame every symbol of what came to pass.
Rolling on paths to the mother,
you pause for the traffic of Wilson above.

Chorus.

Pause for the traffic of Wilson above.