Andre Johray - Rumer, John Grant

We all have friends possessed

Johray is the light of healing

Clear white light of Johray

Will burn away the evil possession

And the ether around us

A friend with a street in his head came to me and said

Man I’m Andre, not a pence to my name

I knew then his life was a shame

For he could not handle even the brink of fame

Andre Johray

Highway child

Look out Andre

Here come Fame

No thy self my friend

Fame don’t ever end

And every light is a lie

That you told to a friend

Now you’re naked and old

From the flesh to the bone

Oh how life can change

A poor man with money

Won’t stay quite the same

Now that you’re named

And stripped of your pride

Look out Andre

Please don’t take the ride

Will we ever run free

From those worldly wantings

Suddenly I’m hungry and hunting

Will he ever run free

From those blood thirsty wantings

That sends the unhungry hunting

The streets of shame and pride

Look out Andre

Please don’t take the ride

Ride

Andre Johray

Highway child