Poor mr Johnson
He had no one around
But when he was alone
Mr Daniels is who he found
Mr Daniels brought him strength
And mr Daniels
Brought him fear
But poor mr Johnson
There really was no one near
Because mr Daniels was just a logo
On some beer
So when his family called him out
And noticed his addiction
They saw his silly dreams
And they were labeled all as fiction
So mr Johnson once again
Found himself alone
But he turned another corner
and mr Morgan threw him a bone
His friends they drown his pain
But his life floated away
A castle of empty bottles
Made up of broken dreams
Cracked shattered ripped apart
And torn out at the seams