Song | Strange Notes |
Artist | The Germs |
Album | M.I.A.: The Complete Germs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Billy Druids face is marble | |
He keeps veery thought in its place | |
He lets the days turn tomorrow | |
Someone's always walking | |
on his grave | |
He wears the lines just like Garbo | |
And talks at a saturmine 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 | |
Inflciting a pale white frown | |
And the matter the runs | |
Through Billy's head | |
Is too concerned to fall |