John has no fear but twelve brothers
Born within one year of each other
Their mum and dad
Are gone so long
You see it in
The scars on their foreheads
A bunch of boys
A bunch of noise
They're running all the
Back alley trouble
With their knives out
John with a baby in his arm
Shadows will fade in to do harm
Their mum and dad
Are gone so long
You see it in
The scars on their foreheads
A bunch of boys
A bunch of noise
They're running all the
Back alley trouble
With their knives out
And in his dreams
His mum calls and says
Johnny, my sweet darling
I haven't been home
But I want you to know that I care about you deeply
And I'm sorry
Ain't that something
And when the shadows fading out
He knives another coppers eye out
