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Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act
At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See houdini and his underwater tricks
You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick
Watch knievel hit the 17th bus
You got crushed in the souvenir rush
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

I said poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again
See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy

Come on, somebody, finish him off please
Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you
Can't you see he's had enough?
Finish him off, somebody

Next!
Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease   Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy   Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again      See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act   At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact   Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again      See the young men itching to burn   Waiting for their own star turn   Needing danger, a war would do   If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you   Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again      See houdini and his underwater tricks   You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick   Watch knievel hit the 17th bus   You got crushed in the souvenir rush   Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again      I said poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again   See the young men itching to burn   Waiting for their own star turn   Needing danger, a war would do   If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you   Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again      Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease   Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy      Come on, somebody, finish him off please   Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you   Can't you see he's had enough?    Finish him off, somebody      Next!
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