He ironed his shirt and pressed his pants
And with a dull empty sadness hanging over his heart
He shined his shoes.
'It's better than working for a living', the waitress said.
But all the time inside, Johnny's heart was breaking
open wide.
Playing in that half empty Twilight Room on a Saturday
Johnny tried to dream his life away
Hoping that he would wake up in the beam of a super trooper
Wishing that he was much cooler.
All he heard his head say was
"Life ain't like that".
In the sorrow of his dressing room he sat
So he drains the bottle
Loads the gun
Writes the note
No-one will come
Pulls the trigger
Breaks the glass
The man in the mirror
is dead at last.
The note said "Stick your club right up your ass,
This gig stinks, you're second class,
I'm going to save my pride, keep my head,
If people ask, that singer's dead."
So when every hour seems like a day
And nothing seems to go your way.
Don't let those bastards drag you down
You've got to hold on to what you've got
Don't swan dive off a bottle top
All you got to do is blow that town.