Ultraviolence He hit me and it felt like a kiss This is ultraviolence I can hear sirens, sirens I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence I love you forever He used to call me DN That stood for deadly nightshade

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me How can I know so many Never really knowing anyone If I seem superhuman I have been Misunderstood Playing a lion being led to a cage

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Scratching at the surface now And I'm trying hard to work it out And so much has gone misunderstood And this mystery only leads to doubt And I didn't understand When you reached down to take my hand And if you have something to say You better say it now

Mr. Misunderstood Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) (I understand) I'm Mr. Misunderstood Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you Always left out, never fit in Owning that path you're walking in

I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh You said that irony was the

Within the one and only eye (we all stood cut free) Only loss fills my void A sacrifice And we will shatter you Within the one and only eye (Self-blinded to see through the veil) Willing the sea to cleanse my soul Of all that I've been To bring me free

And now we never will, never will We wrote our names along the bathroom walls Graffitiing our hearts across the stalls I've been waiting for my whole life to grow old Time to kill Was always an illusion Time stood still I'm writing to ask you; did you

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read