Based on a true story. Names NOT changed to protect the guilty

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This song is a scratch demo used as part of my 2009 RPM Challenge CD. Content may change over time. In the meantime, please feel free to listen and critique. Thanks!

John, What The Hell Were You Thinking?

When we saw you walking with a friend down Fillmore Street
And you acted as a tornado has struck you in the core
My dear, did it ever occur to you
That I've long since closed that door

John, what the hell were you thinking, son?
Do you think you' re the only one I'd ever see?
John, what the hell were you after, hon?
Don't you know that there's someone home besides me?

All these years passed since I've cried tears
Over delusions made, then gone
But some how, after all this time
You still think that I've held on

John, what the hell has come over you?
Don't you know that this train's been through for quite a while?
John, what the hell has life put you through
To find some excuse to put a cramp in my style?

Early morning, the glory's singing
The sun rings out for my man and I
I don't need any drama scenes
From the paths you and I walk by

Oh and yes, I remember that too
the friends you lied of me who gleefully trashed me through
Oh dear, whatever did you all do
when I wasn't around to kick,anymore

John, what the hell's up with you, son
Don't you have any kind of fun these days
John, what the hell is up in your mind
Are you still drowning in your evil ways?

Sometimes I seem, just hopeless in dreams
When you come around in a bad way
So the horror on your face seeing us
Simply made my day

Oh I thought of sicing my beloved on you
just as you unleashed your friends on me too
but the day dictates our hearts' content
And I was with mine

John, what the hell were you thinking, son?
Do you think you' re the only one I'd ever see?
John, what the hell were you after, hon?
Don't you know that there's someone home besides me?

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