02) Johnny Rearender

Bang! He looks up
from another spilled coffee cup's rim,
and every bus driver and cabbie
has their eyes out for him.
Driving his clunker and
hanging on your bumper,
his eyes on the cheerleader
bouncing in his rear view mirror,
Johnny.
(Johnny Rearender)
look out Johnny.
(Johnny Rearender)

Checking a map
while his hands are searching round on the floor
for half a burger that he dropped
sometime the night before
calling in dead for work,
and sparking up a bowl while
still mining with his fist
for his old Proclaimers disc,
Johnny. (Johnny Rearender)
Look out Johnny. (Johnny Rearender)

“It couldn't happen again,”
he says, “what are the odds?”
But when you stack em' against yourself,
you can't blame it on some whim of the Gods,
you're your own bad luck, Johnny.

Pedal pressed all the way down
neath a black leather boot,
checking in the visor mirror
to see if you can see his grey roots
Sexting the lawyer who
tried to get him off for two
hit and run drive-aways
that both happened yesterday
Johnny. (Johnny Rearender)
Look out Johnny. (Johnny Rearender)

Letting it all hang out
wrong way 'round the roundabout
until the fateful day
that his hearse gets towed away
Johnny (Johnny Rearender)
Oh, bye bye Johnny (Johnny Rearender)

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