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

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Writer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray