"Johnny Boy's A Hero," all my hometown papers read
I was frightened all that fuss would go straight to my head
Never wanted guts or glory. I had always said,
"Let me serve my country unbeknownst"
Gave it time and sure enough, my neighbors grew distracted
By the trials and tribulations normalcy reenacted
All I dwelled upon was one small victory exacted
I made the Reaper tremble in his bones
Did I stare Death down? I damn well emptied out his pockets
Told him where to stick that scythe, and spat in his eye sockets
To this day, I'm even-keeled while his contempt skyrockets
That's the only victory I craved
Many years have gone, and I've grown older all the while
Proud to blend into a crowd, I'm merely rank and file
To maintain my namelessness, I'll go the extra mile
And from death my spirit will be saved
Did I stare Death down? Didn't I? Can't I?
Was it just a wet dream? So much for swimming upstream
Has he gotten the best of me?
Did I stare Death down? Didn't I? Can't I?
I damn well stood my ground, relentless
No shame in that. I won't repent this
There must be some way to prevent this
The doctor says it's mostly hopeless
Lord, how can this be? Dear God, why me?
"Johnny Boy's A Hero," all my hometown papers read
Now my hometown papers all will read that Johnny's dead
credits
from The Fruits Of Their Labours,
released December 24, 2014
Personnel:
- Matthew Scarborough :: lyrics/music; vocals/keyboards
- Jim Strong :: drums
- Annika Willow :: bass/guitar
With each release, Little Tybee's songwriting grows more mature, more intricate, and more unpredictable. An album you can happily live inside for days and still not find all the details. The Apple Zed