We all have friends possessed
Johray is the light of healing
The 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
Of those worldly wantings
That send the unhungry out hunting?

Will he ever run free
Of those blood thirsty wantings
Send the unhungry hunting
The streets of shame and pride?

Look out, Andre
Please, don't take the ride