Doe, John Filmography

• Ring of Fire (2012)
• Sunset Strip (2012)
• Pleased to Meet Me (2012)
• Signs (2012)
• Zombex (2011)
• Hated (2010)
• Char·ac·ter: The Interviews (2010)
• The Undeniable Charm of Sloppy Unruh (2010)
• The Unknowing (2009)
• The Heart Is a Drum Machine (2009)
• Tom Cool (2009)
• Man Maid (2008)
• Don't Forget This Song (2008)
• Absent Father (2008)
• Punk's Not Dead (2007)
• The Sandpiper (2007)
• The Making of 'Border Radio' (2007)
• Ten Inch Hero (2007)
• The Darwin Awards (2006)
• Ghost on the Highway: A Portrait of Jeffrey Lee Pierce and the Gun Club (2006)
• Lucky 13 (2005)
• We Jam Econo: The Story of the Minutemen (2005)
• X: Live in Los Angeles (2005)
• Come Back Baby (2004)
• Torque (2004)
• The Making of 'Invasion of the Freedom Snatchers' (2004)
• Come Back Baby (2004)
• Wuthering Heights (2003)
• Pledge of Allegiance (2003)
• Prey for Rock & Roll (2003)
• Mayor of the Sunset Strip (2003)
• Media Whore (2002)
• The Employee of the Month (2002)
• The Good Girl (2002)
• Bug (2002)
• 25 Years of Punk (2001)
• Gypsy 83 (2001)
• Jon Good's Wife (2001)
• Light My Fire: Ray Manzarek - A Return to the Whisky a Go Go (2000)
• The Specials (2000)
• Drowning on Dry Land (1999)
• Sugar Town (1999)
• Wildflowers (1999)
• Knocking on Death's Door (1999)
• The Rage: Carrie 2 (1999)
• Forces of Nature (1999)
• Brokedown Palace (1999)
• Lone Greasers (1998)
• The Pass (1998)
• Black Cat Run (1998)
• Odd Man (1998)
• Black Circle Boys (1997)
• The Last Time I Committed Suicide (1997)
• Vanishing Point (1997)
• Get to the Heart: The Barbara Mandrell Story (1997)
• The Price of Kissing (1997)
• Touch (1997)
• Boogie Nights (1997)
• Scorpion Spring (1996)
• Georgia (1995)
• Wyatt Earp (1994)
• Shake, Rattle and Rock! (1994)
• Roadside Prophets (1992)
• Pure Country (1992)
• Liquid Dreams (1991)
• Without You I'm Nothing (1990)
• A Matter of Degrees (1990)
• Great Balls of Fire! (1989)
• Road House (1989)
• Border Radio (1987)
• Slam Dance (1987)
• Salvador (1986)
• X: The Unheard Music (1986)
• 3:15 (1986)
• The Decline of Western Civilization (1981)
• Urgh! A Music War (1981)

Doe, John Filmography

• 99 (2009)

Doe, John Filmography

• ER: Life on the Edge (1995)

John Doe

John Doe is an intelligent adventure series, named after the main character, albeit not by name: 'John Doe' is called thus because nobody knows the name of the man who literally fell from the sky, naked, in the sea near an obscure island. When Cambodian fishermen save him, it soon becomes clear his memory is in a paradoxical state: he has total amnesia concerning his own past, even his real name, but has more factual knowledge stored in his brain then even the Google computer banks on every possible other subject, as if he had memorized the Library of Congress, so one rarely needs to read anything when he's around. He also is intelligent and inquisitive enough to understand and use much of that knowledge, and keeps rolling into all kinds of weird mysteries, teaming up with various characters, each of which must first be convinced he's legit, such as police detectives Frank Hayes and Jamie Avery, but gets frustrated by finding his own story the most elusive, probably linked to some secret experiment.

Cast

• Dominic Purcell
• John Marshall Jones
• Jayne Brook
• William Forsythe
• Sprague Grayden
• David Lewis
• Michelle Hart
• Grace Zabriskie
• Nicole A. Watson
• Claudette Mink
• Rekha Sharma
• David Parker
• Noah Beggs
• Gary Werntz
• L. Harvey Gold
• Haig Sutherland
• Adam Henderson

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Pilot
  John Doe: So what am I? Escaped mental patient? Alien that sees in black and white? Government lobot...
• Episode 2: Blood Lines
  Karen Kawalski: [seeing John Doe has taken out all his furniture and left it in the hallway] How Fen...
• Episode 3: Doe Re: Me
  Canada...
• Episode 4: Past Imperfect
  Canada...
• Episode 5: John Deux
  Another man is found in the Puget Sound. John visits him in the hospital, and the man seems to recog...
• Episode 6: Low Art
  Museum Director: John Doe? Who the hell is John Doe?::Frank Hayes: Beats the hell out of me......
• Episode 7: Mind Games
  John Doe: I know everything about fatherhood. I don't know anything about being a dad.::Frank Hayes:...
• Episode 8: Idaho
  Canada...
• Episode 9: Manifest Destiny
  John Doe: [at the controls of a 767] Tell you what. I'll bake you that pie myself.::Rachel Penbroke:...
• Episode 10: The Mourner
  Canada...
• Episode 11: John D.O.A.
  Canada...
• Episode 12: Tone Dead
  Frank Hayes: [after watching John Doe play a dazzling guitar solo in the recording studio] And he's ...
• Episode 13: Family Man
  Canada...
• Episode 14: Ashes to Ashes
  The Phoenix group kidnaps Karen to interrogate her about John and an artifact that they seek. John f...
• Episode 15: Psychic Connection
  Canada...
• Episode 16: Illegal Alien
  An astronaut who falls from the sky is shot by teen aged campers. The autopsy reveals that the astro...
• Episode 17: Doe or Die
  Canada...
• Episode 18: Save as... John Doe
  Digger: [catching John Doe staring at Paulette's legs] Feel free to pick up your tongue off the floo...
• Episode 19: Shock to the System
  John Doe: [wakes up to find Digger had stayed to watch over him and is making breakfast] Thanks for ...
• Episode 20: Remote Control
  Canada...
• Episode 21: The Rising
  Canada...
• Episode : Unaired Pilot
  Karen: [crying] Art school loans up the yin-yang. An overweight cat to support. Rent I don't have. A...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• John Doe - Rick Ross
• John Doe - Shaggy
• John Doe - Testament
• John Doe - MC Ren
• John Doe - Bollweevils
• John Doe - Code
• John Doe - The Code
• John Doe - Public Announcement
• John Doe - Shade Sheist
• The Losing Kind - John Doe
• The Golden State - John Doe
• Pressing On - John Doe
• I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine - John Doe
• 7 Holes - John Doe
• John Doe - Jilliane
• John Doe - Endwell

Ugh, there he go, that's John Doe
There he go, that's John Doe
There he go, that's John Doe
Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo
[Chorus]
24's, John Doe
All gold, John Doe
Them boys dealing blow, they John Doe
Night work for the load, that's John Doe
I'm still balling like I'm Bo Diddley
Ugh I'm still balling like I'm Bo Diddley
Ugh I parked the Caddy in the living room
Just parked the Caddy in the living room
[Verse 1]
I brought a Benz and it's paid for
I brought a bitch that bitch paid for
I brought a stick and its made for
Welfare, yeah stick it in ya a-hole
Aye ho you know I got that A-1
Yayo and I'm quick to slang one
Jumping niggas like a chess piece
Spend a couple hundred dollars on my chest piece
Outta town niggas we call 'em fresh meat
He say he nettin me boy you must refresh me
Better miss me with the convo
Wanna know my name bitch, John Doe
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got a bitch who has a habit
Spending stacks on nice fabrics
That head great, that pussy lavish
I'm peeling collie greens that 30 carrots
Reporting live from my Rolls Royce
I'm ready to die and put that on my old boy
Count 1.5 I holla "Oh Lord"
When I'm on the jet know them choppers on board
Rims taller than a bulldozer
Everybody tucking pistols when we pulled over
Fresh up out the fest, salute my nigga Fanzo
Yea they asked my name but he told 'em John Doe

Lets do this one positively
This one goes out to me mislead
To preserve the youths of tomorrow
Today is the time to stop all the unnecessary blood shed
Life of a gangster is not sweet
And I'm coming to you straight from the streets
This could be a story about anybody
But let's call him John Doe
A rude boy get murder cops were quicker on the draw
Another youth get murder a victim of the law
Rude boy get murder cops were quicker on the draw
Another youth get murder a victim of the law
Johnny was wicked ragamuffin and raw
Pull off a robbery but the cops he never saw
He got surrounded and they crushed him like a straw
John Doe went out like that
No, no, no
He heard them coming but he didn't get to flee
Wanted by the cops was living like a refugee
Do no evil think no evil try it and you will see
Bad boy and law man don't gree
Wicker on the microphone that is where I get my vibe
Trying to hustle and make a doller ain't got no 9 to 5
watching my back when going home and trying to stay alive
Got to strive, got to strive, got to strive
Johnny was a gangster well ain't life a bitch
Robbing with his homies then they got ditched
Thought he was the man but he was rolling with a snitch

He died on thorazine
Lost life and any hopes
Laid him down on a bed of steel
Laid downtown at the city morgue
John Doe... a man haunted by his past
John Doe... his lost soul will never rest
He was raised as an orphan
Abuse victim as a child
Dreaming haunting memories
Made John Doe take his own life
John Doe... a man haunted by his past
John Doe... realize that you're dead
He who is victimized can never grasp
Never ever knowing what is love...
He was a bitter man an only son
Never ever knowing what is... love... no love
Take heed to my warning
Even though I might be wrong
Fulfill life full of love
Or you'll end up just like John
John Doe... a man haunted by his past
John Doe... his lost soul will never rest
John Doe... a man haunted by his past
John Doe... realize that you're dead
John Doe... John

[Intro: MC Ren]
John-motherfuckin-Doe, live for you, motherfuckers
we got John Doe in the house tonight
that motherfucker just came back from off tour
and he gon' tell all y'all punk bitches
a little somethin' about yourselves, it goes somethin' like that
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
this shit is fucked up, hoes tryin' to have the nigga set up
bitch wear my drawers
you scandalous-Ass-Hookers I ain't fuckin' with yours
fuck the Po-Po's we dipped in Lo-Lo's
we the bud men in the Parking Lot they Co-Co's
I'm sick of the homey, and fuck nine to five's
in hood ain't no nine lives, ain't no niggaz even fightin' with knives
no dialogues cut you down to sizes
have your mama screamin' and puffin' the joint
if she don't visit your grave, she visited the joint
it's fucked up how we brought up
put the nigga on the bottom and then you make him catch up
niggaz out here ain't givin' the fuck
tryin' to live day to day, get they dicks sucked
it's the Villain, Chip and Rocc
you bitch ass gay niggaz need to stop...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more
this is "John Doe, John Doe"
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
since 12 I've been a young thug juvi'
my life, is like old black street buvie
big booties, drugs, alcohol straps
the good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks
junky-Ass-Cops, crooked ass that crackin' the ground
but dope'll never found
so why in the fuck would you pull me over
"because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover"
or in my four, hittin' corners on switches
mad cause I got a car low, full of bitches
my style is different, nigga pay attention
Two thousand and three John Doe is doin' the lynchin'
some niggaz is bloodin, some niggaz is cribin'
some niggaz all about the green, some pimpin'
some hit you with the beam for no reason
365 westcoast killin' season...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more
this is "John Doe, John Doe"
[Verse 3: Chip Dirty]
"Niggaz" what you're claimin'
"Niggaz" sound the same and
"Niggaz" runnin' games and
"Niggaz" entertainin'
"Niggaz" tryin' to save me cause they can't see me
same niggaz ain't leavin' what they claimin' them be
bust too many super thugs and ready for super slugs
my niggaz do super drugs, in hood for super loves
while you playin' too dirty he is playin' for keeps
keep in the streets duckin' while I'm servin' your eat
you wise to speak, get out your seat "The villain is coming"
Compton sold them cum, can't commpete you must've forget
we the original, crimin-als, Bigg Rocc'll pull your files
John Doe got fuckin' styles
so, write it down, remember it, take a picture
I gives the fuck
my niggaz is quick to get with you
Spittin' that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if you wanna
if you was a buster, bend the corner........
[Chorus x3: MC Ren]
who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more

without a name yet treated with respect. ritualistically sacrificed away, and so it goes. the frozen gaze, the flashing scalpel blade. as his skin comes peeling easily away. the room gets cold. but then i wonder, did he think about the future. can you tell me so? i just don't know. and now he's laying still in a room full of people all alone. a body bag is his new home. the smell of formalin is strong, it's strong. a hollow shell caught in a silent scream. trying to communicate that he was actually somebody. realize that one day we all die and the john doe on the table could have easily been me. but then i wonder, did he think about the future. can you tell me so? i just don't know. and now he's laying still in a room full of people all alone. a body bag is his new home. the smell of formalin is strong, it's strong

There was this wise man I once knew
Who lived down my street a block or 2
In a back alley where the autumn leaves blew
A simple man with a heart so true
John Doe was a quiet man, who kept to himself and lived off the land
He panned his living with a rusty tin can
Been living off the streets since Vietnam
When Johnny came marching home
From the Vietnam war he was alone
Slapped with a label, he hid his face, the nightmare of war
Was one he couldn抰 erase, when Johnny came marching home
(he said) I can抰 let go, I can抰 forget
25 years later, that smell I still remember
As I watched so many young men lose their lives, on that battlefield
To Vietnam they sent us barely, old enough they placed us
On the front lines in a land we had no placeåŒ'e had no place!!!
On the day I left that battlefield, I might as well have died
Because nothing in my life this far, has ever felt quite right
And each and everyday I try to pick the pieces up
But the pieces never seem to fit, the pain becomes too much
It's hard to describe, so hard to relate, it's hard letting go
When you can't escape
To think that when we came home our country turned its back
And labeled us all murderers, spit on us, spit on us and laughed
He spoke with such convicting words, I felt like I was there
A simple frail and shattered soul, the soldier never dies he sang
I thought about how it must feel to watch all your friends die

There was this wise man I once knew
Who lived down my street a block or 2
In a back alley where the autumn leaves blew
A simple man with a heart so true
John Doe was a quiet man, who kept to himself and lived off the land
He panned his living with a rusty tin can
Been living off the streets since Vietnam
When Johnny came marching home
From the Vietnam war he was alone
Slapped with a label, he hid his face, the nightmare of war
Was one he couldnÅ  erase, when Johnny came marching home
(he said) I canÅ  let go, I canÅ  forget
25 years later, that smell I still remember
As I watched so many young men lose their lives, on that battlefield
To Vietnam they sent us barely, old enough they placed us
On the front lines in a land we had no placeÅ’e had no place!!!
On the day I left that battlefield, I might as well have died
Because nothing in my life this far, has ever felt quite right
And each and everyday I try to pick the pieces up
But the pieces never seem to fit, the pain becomes too much
It's hard to describe, so hard to relate, it's hard letting go
When you can't escape
To think that when we came home our country turned its back
And labeled us all murderers, spit on us, spit on us and laughed
He spoke with such convicting words, I felt like I was there
A simple frail and shattered soul, the soldier never dies he sang
I thought about how it must feel to watch all your friends die
So far away so far from home, fighting wars we had no place!

It's the middle of the day and we both have thrown a fit
The TV is on but neither one of us is watching it
Now your problem is every time my pager go off, I don't pay it no mind And my problem is every time the phone ring
You'll go get it and you'll run and hide
Now if its two people between us that don't exist
And we're both going to go on lying
Ain't nothing good about that in this thing, baby
We both guilty of the John Doe crime
Who was the guy that paged you?
I don't know
Who was the guy that waved at you?
I don't know
Who was the guy that called you?
I don't know
Who was the guy that I saw you with?
I don't know
How did you get some extra money?
I don't know
When I needed some you told me
I don't know
Is this love affair over?
I don't know
Tell me his name
John Doe
Yeah, I know this thing started out all good
But remember when you didn't have a dime I did what I could
Took a chance and put you on my account
Now you flossing some female showing the amount
That's why I trip on shit like your pager
All in my face blowing up and you'll get it later
And the reason I run in the room with the phone all the time
Because of you, I'm guilty of the John Doe crime
Now who was the girl that paged you?
Oh I don't know
Who was the girl that called you?
Oh I don't know
Who was the girl that waved at you?
Oh I don't know
Who was the girl I saw you with?
I don't know
How did you get some extra money?
Oh, I don't know
When I needed some you told me
Oh, I don't know
Is this affair over?
I don't know
Tell me her name
Damn, Jane Doe
Who was the guy that paged you?
I don't know
Who was the girl that called you?
Oh, I don't know
Who was the guy that waved at you?
I don't know
Who was the girl I saw you with?
I don't know
How did you get some extra money?
I don't know
When I needed some you told me
Oh, I don't know
Is this love affair over?
I don't know
Tell me his name
Damn, John Doe
Who was the guy that paged you?
I don't know
Who was the girl that called you?

Yo, it ain't nothin' new, just a change in the name
Sheist done came and changed the game unexplained
Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay
'Cause when Shade fuck up your sales, all your checks delay
And now niggas mad 'cause Shade can pull up in a Jag
Hands free, chaperone all gettin' the door
And I ain't even interested in stealing your whore
So why these niggas actin' like they wanna marry the floor?
Like they ain't seen me breeze past all the guards at the door
Like I'm just wearin' this jacket to be hot
I flash the juice card, man this shit ain't hard
And it's the same thing at the same spot, what's my name?
It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door
No return fire 'cause they too slow
What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living
We kill for a livin'
It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door
No return fire 'cause they too slow
What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living
We kill for a livin'
They wanna know why I keep it so simple
I see that they just don't get it like my Nextel signal
Sheist on some other shit, Centinella gutter shit
And cards on the table, you can hit me or split
And see now I fucked around and got Quik on the shit
So just imagine how many hips break when they dip
And all the excessive paper cuts from counting the grip
And how my legs hurt from humpin' back and forth in the whip
At only 35, coverage is a bitch on a six
And I ain't even got my first plaque yet
Sheist, will still run circles over niggas who want it
And we ain't even gotta make the bets yet, nigga what's my name?
It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door
No return fire 'cause they too slow
What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living
We kill for a livin'
It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door
No return fire 'cause they too slow
What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living
We kill for a livin'
Throat-choke a hoe, Big Giggolo
Pimp the world, handcuff your hoe
Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere
Niggas strapped wit fear, uh!
Is he is what I said he is and all
When I pimp bitches all dick and balls
Shade Sheist nothin' nice, new to the game
Get your money homie, bitch what's my name?
Hey-hey! We gon' hit these niggas where it hurt
Put the worm in your mouth like a perch
When I'm cum boo you gon' need a cert
Bust one, jump in the Monte Carlo and skirt
Give 'em naps, give 'em dap, then I holla holla back
Hey nigga where you goin'? Boo I'm checkin' my traps
Y'all niggas done shitted and stepped back in it
I'll fuck a nigga up all I need is five minutes
Swift, and I pimp hoes like it's a gift
I got game so you know I'm 'The Answer like Allen I'
Got your whole style shook like 'Quilles or Kobe Bry'
While money multiply you haters ask why
No you can't stop the pimpin' the pimpin' is too fly
Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride
But she said, if you ain't busy, or close in the vicinity
Stop on by and come get the thighs
It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door
No return fire 'cause they too slow
What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living
We kill for a livin'
It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door
No return fire 'cause they too slow
What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living

I don't know that I ever knew you
I don't know that I ever knew you
But you say you can see right through me.
The moon is bright and the road is clear
The moon is bright and the road is clear
Did you just say the end is near?
You said you gave me all your kisses
You said you gave me all your kisses
Now you're fed up 'cause you feel kiss-less.
There's tune in my heart and blood in your eyes
There's tune in my heart and blood in your eyes
I wish we were the losing kind.

You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
We are tangled
We are stolen
We are living where things are hidden
You are something in my eye
And I am the shiver down your spine
You are on the lick of my lips
And I am on the tip of your tongue
We are tangled
We are stolen
We are buried up to our necks in sand
We are luck
We are ]fate
We are the feeling you get in the golden state
We are love
We are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away….
Walk away
Well you are the dream in my nightmare
I am that falling sensation
You are not needles and pills
I am your hangover morning
We are tangled
We are stolen
We are living where things are hidden
We are luck
We are fate
We are the feeling you get in the golden state
We are love
We are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away
Walk away
You are the hole in my head
You are the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat

Well I'm pressing on
Yes, I'm pressing on
Well I'm pressing on
To the higher calling of my Lord.
Many try to stop me, shake me up in my mind,
Say, "Prove to me that He is Lord, show me a sign."
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within,
When what's lost has been found, what's to come has
already been?
Well I'm pressing on
Yes, I'm pressing on
Well I'm pressing on
To the higher calling of my Lord.
Shake the dust off of your feet, don't look back.
Nothing now can hold you down, nothing that you lack.
Temptation's not an easy thing, Adam given the devil
reign
Because he sinned I got no choice, it run in my vein.
Well I'm pressing on
Yes, I'm pressing on
Well I'm pressing on

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold.
"Arise, arise", he cried so loud
With a voice without restraint
"Come out ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own
So go on your way accordingly
But know you're not alone".
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass

Verse 1
I never did drink like you
But I held back your hair like a girlfriend would do
I told you how much I cared
you turned away with a laugh and a stare
Poetry crowded your face
froze as a smile skidded back into place
Chorus
Now lying & leaving and driving are leaking
out all seven holes in our heads.
We use every one to make everyone feel like
their feelings are only pretend.
A lazy, bitter end
Verse 2
Heavenly fallings from grace
You never knew your dad and I'm sorry for that
Love it or leave it with me
I'll drive it away in my car from the sea
Chorus
Now lying & leaving and driving are leaking
out all seven holes in our heads
We use every one to make everyone feel like
their feelings are only pretend
A lazy, bitter end
I brought you home too late

He's like Jekyll and Hyde a mad man mastermind
He doesn't know he does it but he does it all the time
A male medusa he'll turn you all to stone
With one look and one whiff of his cheap cologne
He'll make believe you're his friend and then he'll turn around
He'll whisper bad about you so you can't hear a sound
He'd even sell his brothers soul to be a rock and roll star
To get chicks and write hits on his signature guitar
I really like him though
Oh–a-oh-a-oh
I really like him though
Oh–a-oh-a-oh
My little John Doe
Oh–a-oh-a-oh
He wears his pants so tight that I can't sleep at night
He's got 5 to 10 girlfriends at any givin time
But I don't really care as long as sometimes he's mine
I thought the 80's were over but I guess I was wrong
Cause his glam rock hair made me write this song
I really like him though
Oh–a-oh-a-oh
I really like him though
Oh–a-oh-a-oh
My little John Doe
Oh–a-oh-a-oh

Nothing to hide.
Nothing to lose.
The little things that sicken me and are eating at my youth.
I've held my ghosts at bay and smiled everyday
but heavens says won't shine on me again,
Just like they shined on me before.
I can't be like that boy in chains
that was once adored.
Apprehensive me.
Independence me.
I've spoiled every single thing
and running from the scene.
It's sad for me to say
at every show
on every stage
pride overlooked
and out of blown P.A.s
to people I will never meet.
I spill my guts.
Why can't these words free me.
Never will I find my way back home.
All the patience that I wasted. . .
Dreams I only got a taste of.
All I thought would be.
Everything I never should have done, I did.
This is acceptance of the greatest things that will never happen.
So here I stand,
unable to be saved.
I'm paying prices for the things that I didn't say and it depresses me.
I've backed integrity but I'm finding brand new ways to channel energy.
I've seem hell along the way,
In every devastating blow
handed down to me.
I've seen sufferers like me
still fighting for their dreams
through battles obsolete.
I have seen all despairs can bring
heaven is unreachable
and happiness is fake
so much patience that I wasted...
Every dream I barely tasted.
All I thought I'd see.
Everything I never should have done, I did.
Now I'm waiting for the end.
To take away all of these wretched memories.
I have given all of me.
I gave you every fucking thing.
Listless, unbound.
I've been set free.

Famous quotes by John Doe:

"I think whenever you are trying to establish something new, you have to draw a line and put everything that came before that behind you,"

"Restraint can be tough. I've made a point to learn how to make a slow song have as much impact as a fast song. That's a challenge I've given myself, because it's easy to just get out there and blast through a bunch of things and feel as though you're exciting the audience. If you can do that with a slow song, then you really have some variety and some range."

"We would tour the West Coast every four or five years. And every time we would finish we'd say, that was fun, we should do this more often. But [until this year] we never did anything about it."

"I don't know of any other band that has two vocalists that can sing together without competition,"

"I'm just happy to be part of a 'sophomore effort,'"

"Yeah, I've always thought it had sort of a jazz improvisation aspect to it,"

"I think we were among the first positive examples of country music for the punk rock audience,"

"Well, 'help' is the important word there because there were a lot of other bands back in those days doing similar stuff,"

"No. It was like father and son ... He is my father."

"You can't be a politician with a guitar."