Billy druids 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 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 Billy into darkness
Inflicting his pale white frown
And matter runs through Billy's head
Is too concerned to fall