Lyrics:

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
Germs Strange Notes