Saint Johnny

SAINT JOHNNY

 

 

Saint Johnny’s coming down

Like the hell jumpers

Now he’s up on the scarab right there with a hand gun

A pistol

Jumping from the bang

Not insubordinate

He’s going at you

On the count of 1, 2,

 

1, 2, 3, 4,

 

My name is Johnny

And you better not wear it out

No suicide commando

That your mamma talked about

 

King of the marines

And I’m here to represent

The thorn in the side

Of the covenant

 

Taken at the age of six

                      I had an angel face                    

And a taste for winning games

 

Rifle with a zoom

And a BR 55

I am the demon

And the killer of your prophets

Raised on Reach

To fight the halo war

Product of a war

In which we were victimized

 

Taken at the age of six

I had an angel face

And a taste for winning games

 

(Are you screamin’ bout me?)

(I’ll give you something to scream about)

 

Saint Johnny

 

My name is Saint Johnny

I’m the son of a Doc

I’m the one that’s from the Spartan 2 program

A teenage assassin executing some Grunts

Dedicated to a life of war now

I really gotta tell you

That I’ll win this war

So stick with me

Look I just shot them down oh boy

Welcome (the grunt with a bullet and blood) to the war and give me some blood

I’ll be your resident leader

Of the lost and found

 I’m commonly

Called Master chief

Well its saint Johnny

Cos that’s my name

 

And don’t wear it out!

 

Author's Note

Brackets ( ) mean that its a possible alternative lyric