A little boy lived in the shadow of an iron might
The gates were opened in the morning closed again at night
He was playing hunt for treasure in the lonely street
And the treasure he looked for was something for to eat

His clothes were torn his face was dirty he was quite forlorn
The trucks that gathered up his parents came for them at dawn

There was song and there was dancing a long long time ago
Now there´s terror in the waiting for tomorrow

Hunger, sickness fear and hoping lurk behind the gate
Sometimes laughter sometimes crying love and sometimes hate
Johnny sang his song all day to cover up his fear
Johnny sang his song and hoped the outside world would hear

Johnny,Johnny,Johnny - sing your song
Johnny,Johnny,Johnny, sing your song