Yeah, when I go over yonder,
I will see my mother,
My sister and my father,
But my brother is going to hell.
Well they hung him from the gallows,
As the sun turned red from yellow.
The crowd they heard him halting,
And they sighed with much relief.
The preacher asked him for any last words.
My brother spit onto his clean shirt,
And he smiled without redemption and said,
"This is one soul God don't need."
Though I loved him, I won't miss him,
As he's burnin and he's twistin,
For his heartless dedication
To the devil and its creed.
As a child we called him rotten,
Till he was lonely and forgotten.
And he revenged our constant jeering,
With his every word and deed.
Oh and for my contribution,
And the soul's lack of retribution,
I would ask the Lord's forgiveness,
On my very bended knee.
It's the tale of Johnny Rotten,
Who was lonely and forgotten.
Its the tale of my only brother,
And its the tale of one bad seed.