Whatever you're doing, wherever you go Whenever you hide they seem to know Johny and Timmy one waiting for you on the corner The corner's a shabby and gloomy site The air is cold it's windy tonight Johny and Timmy don't mind they don't feel forlorn there They kill their time by threatening lives Of innocent soul and sharpen their knives on the corner
Life is a pain in the ass
It's not that they don't understand What you have done but you failed in the end Johny and Timmy, too, are fond of the races Now it's too late to mend the matter They're doing their job you should have known better Whenever they light a fag they hide their faces Now they have seen you, mend your pace They're close behind you this is the race of the races
Life is a pain in the ass
They got him halfway up the hill One of them said : I'm sorry, Bill ! Johny and Timmy are full of nasty habits He didn't try to defend himself He didn't try to cry for help Johny and Timmy are snakes and he was a rabbit Johny and Timmy are snakes Johny and Timmy are snakes and he was a rabbit