Billy Druid's face is marble
He keeps every thought in its place
He lets the days turn tomorrow
Someone's always walking on his grave
He wears the linens just like Garbo
And talks at a saturnine pace
Listening to the strange notes marvel
Only giving what it takes
It's a sad man's world
And for Billy it's sure to crown
Dragging beauty into darkness
Inflicting a pale white frown
And the matter that runs
Through Billy's head
Is too concerned to fall
Writer(s): Pat Smear, Darby Crash
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