air Victory square in all its glory Way, hey, Johnny Boreen The pubs and the junkers The skids and the punkers Have always been good to me But the citizens deplore me Way, hey, Johnny Boreen So cruel and fickle without a nickel to spare Hands in the air Victory square My brothers and my sisters Way, hay, Johnny Boreen This world will defame them And money will claim them And cast them straight out to sea Say a prayer for wailin' Johnny Way, hey, Johnny Boreen At cambie and hastings I shall (guitartabs.cc)
