Whatever Happened to John?

Hey Bill, what d'you kill? Ain't no way stop a thrill But Jill, write your will, hope you don't rest in landfill Stop there young lady, don't you go and shed any more tears Oh boy, here's your toy, give yourself a little joy My ploy, decoy, the horse that's heading for Troy Sit up and stand up, against all of your darkest fears You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control There ain't a lot of hope for me Hey John, you've gone, went out and left your light on I spawn, break of dawn, conducting cars with a baton You better find the key to all that ever will be Oh Paul, on the wall, see it that you don't fall Close call, canon ball, ringing the local town hall Maybe we'd hear the answer to our plea You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control There ain't a lot of hope for me You eat like a Roman, lie on your back and want more You kiss like a demon, crouch on your front like a whore You talk like a Queen, foam drooling from your mouth You fight like a teen, who's left all of his arms back down south Oh Lord, take a sword, and strike me before I get bored Ignored, in the ward, lying on the cutting board Hope I can pay, my debt in bags of stone You can stand me in a line but you'll never be in control There ain't a lot of hope for me There ain't a lot of hope for me There ain't a lot of hope for me There ain't a lot of love for me