Johnny Thunders, born John Anthony Genzale, Jr (July 15, 1952 - April 23, 1… Read Full Bio ↴Johnny Thunders, born John Anthony Genzale, Jr (July 15, 1952 - April 23, 1991), was a rock and roll guitarist and singer, first with the New York Dolls, the proto-punk glam rockers of the early '70s. During the late '70s, he was a familiar figure on the New York punk scene, both with The Heartbreakers and as a solo artist. His screeching, penetrating guitar sound is distinctive and highly influential in punk rock music. Thunders tangled with the demons of fame and drug addiction until his death on April 23, 1991 of a methadone overdose. Some suspect foul play. The theory is that two hustlers met Thunders in a bar and they hung out in his room where they proceeded to kill Thunders, steal his belongings, and spike him with methadone to make it seem like an overdose. This theory arose when Thunders' sister Mariann requested to see the police report and half of the report was missing. The autopsy also showed no evidence of alcohol in his system, which is perplexing because many witnesses say that they saw Thunders drinking with the two men the night before he was killed. Johnny Thunders was 38.
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Play With Fire: Live
Johnny Thunders Lyrics
As Tears Go By It is the evening of the day I sit and watch…
Blame It on Mom Well maybe your Mother never told you Maybe your Father's to…
Born to Lose Well, that's the way it goes This city is so cold And…
Chinese Rocks Somebody called me on the phone They said, "Hey, is Dee…
Disappointed in You I feel so lucky to be alive I had so many…
Eve of Destruction Eastern world it is exploding Violent flares and bullets loa…
I Only Wrote This Song for You I only wrote this song for you It's about the way…
I Wanna Be Loved Well won't you listen baby To what I wanna say…
In cold blood Well, I was raised in the street A city boy if…
Joey Joey Born in Red House Brooklyn In the year of who knows…
Personality Crisis And this is called Personality Crisis Well we can't take it…
Pirate Love You've got to walk that walk You've got to talk that…
Sad Vacation I'm sorry I didn't have more to say Maybe I coulda…
Too Much Junkie Business Well you run down to the corner baby, see what…
You Can't Put Your Arms Around a Memory It doesn't pay to try All the smart boys know why It…