the road is full of trucks they look so big and hungry but johnny likes to push on the hard way he cuts the wind with his young face it's fair for him, what can i say? his self is full of toys and needles his mother cries all night and day the baby boy thinks he's the great it's fair for him, what can i say? before his powerful engine blow, while life is easy is there such a reason to think if it's okay to be a horse running out of the lane, to write in church walls "god is gay"? well, baby boy, the life is a playground that's why nobody cares 'bout what is coming from your mouth you don't have to save the world you just have to save some time and do something relevant - hey, big boy, who do you think you are to point this finger to me? words come out so easy, but what do you do at home, when nobody is seeing?