[Verse 1] Down where the river bends black with oil and code, Johnny got a hard-drive skull and a 320-gig load. Silver jack behind his ear, glowin’ like a devil’s eye, Carryin’ all them Yakuza secrets, too much for one man to hold inside. He cry, “Lord, Lord, this data burnin’ my soul, Synapses fryin’ like catfish in a skillet, losin’ control.” Nosebleed red on a chrome hotel sheet, He whisper to the moonlight, “Jesus, Jones… help me dump this heat.” [Chorus] Oh Johnny, Johnny Mnemonic, Runnin’ on a corrupted tonic. Binary code in his veins, bit tears he cry, Soulful ghost in the shell tryin’ not to die. Algorithm code save, some more time, Dump the data, cross the state line. If the overload don’t kill him first, He’ll sing them low-down, filthy, delta-cyber blues tonight. [Verse 2] Street preacher with a LoTek crown screamin’ “Free the mind!” While laser dolphins swim in the sewer doin’ Nagoya’s grime. Jane with the razor nails cut through the static and pain, Said, “Baby, your memory’s leakin’ like Mississippi rain.” He howlin’ at the skyline, this array down to hell, This build rumble make the skyscrapers shake and the NAS servers swell. Every drop of blood a bit, every tear a byte, He droppin’ the heaviest riddim in the Beijing night. [Chorus] Oh Johnny, Johnny Mnemonic, Soul circuit blown, demonic. Half-step heartbreak runnin no time, Ghost of Robert Johnson ridin’ that digital spine. Glitch me, baby, till the buffer overflow, Let the filthy Algorithm bury me six feet below. If the courier don’t make it to the uplink church, Bury my skull in the delta mud where the fireworms lurch. [Bridge half-time, filthy wobble, voice cracked and auto-tuned to pieces] I got terabytes of sin… stacked to the sky, PharmaKom devils want the password or I fry. But I’d rather nosebleed out this ghost in the wire, Than let ‘em steal the last pure thing left in this empire. (beat cuts to nothing but a lonesome resonator guitar and distant thunder) [Final Verse slow, almost spoken] So if you see Johnny stumblin’ down Highway 61 again, With a dolphin on his shoulder and blood on his grin, Buy that boy a drink of cold Kentucky rain, Let him sing one more glitched-up, broken, beautiful refrain. [Last Chorus full drop, choir of distorted robotic voices] Johnny, Johnny Mnemonic… Last prophet of the sonic. When the final byte hits and the heavens turn blue, He’ll dump that data in the river and be born anew. Till then he ridin’ that ragged delta-cyber train, Screamin’ through the static: “Lord, take this pain… but leave the code… amen.”
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