Strange Notes - The Germs
Billy druids face is marble
Keeps every thought in it's place
He lets the days turn tomorrow
Someone's always walking
On his grave
He wears the lines
Just like garbo
Talks at a saturnine pace
Listening strange notes marvel
Only giving what it takes
Sad man's world
It's sure to crown
Dragging beauty into darkness
Inflciting a pale white frown
And the runs
Through billy's head all the
Too concerned to fall
