Billy (SM Demo)

Billy, my friend, the saint
You're perfect in many ways
Though he never looked hard at a fetus in a jar
And he never saw his mama change

And this wonderland of spite
Does not shine inside his night
Black widows are seen as stigmatized beings
Who ought to have a second chance
And hurricanes spin like debutantes in a trance

To the fortune-teller
Sue the rising tide
General Washington
Patented his skull, throw him out

Billy might be a saint
But a ladies' man he ain't
But his heart became one with an ethical son
In the form of a female slave

That he found in the back of a mag
Russian beauties in ties and drag
For love and the fear
The scent of the season, no lover got what she had
When I need to get home, when I see that I'm far away

To the fortune-teller
Sue the rising tide
General Washington
Patented his skull, throw him out



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Joseph Malkmus
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