"You get tough like me and you don't get hurt"
He was worn, he was dreary.
He was torn, and clearly,
it wasn't enough just to be tough.
Johnny's now dead,
and he's filled with dread.
With a burnt arm, and a hurt heart,
he ran with a start.
Dally's now in the abyss,
what is left for him to miss?
The guns fired, and in the light,
another life was lost that night.