La, la, la, la, la, la, la, etc.
Billie and my friend the saint,
You're perfect in so many ways,
But you never looked hard
at a fetus in a jar
you never saw your mama change.
And this wonderland of spite,
Does not shine into your night,
Like widows are seen
As stigmatised beings,
Who ought to have second chance.
And hurricanes spin
Like debutantes in a trance.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
patented that skull,
Throw him out.
Ship that hollandaise,
Feel the heart fell of touch
See the longer you tease,
The stronger the needs,
The highs and the fruit are long.
Up to the one a kid,
Call the bluff when the money's in,
You're a hungry matron,
And you are just what I need,
I was tired of the best years of my life.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.
You're perfect in so many ways,
But you never looked hard
at a fetus in a jar
you never saw your mama change.
Does not shine into your night,
Like widows are seen
As stigmatised beings,
Who ought to have second chance.
Like debutantes in a trance.
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
patented that skull,
Throw him out.
Feel the heart fell of touch
See the longer you tease,
The stronger the needs,
The highs and the fruit are long.
Call the bluff when the money's in,
You're a hungry matron,
And you are just what I need,
I was tired of the best years of my life.
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.
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wow. this is one of the best if not the best off the album, and its sad to see so many obviously wrong lyrics...
am i the only one who's bothered with the chorus? the way it takes a 180 degrees turn is very disturbing, and for some reason not in a very good way.
@heartbeats_xxx You, me, and my friend (not the saint) got a chorus problem here
@heartbeats_xxx You, me, and my friend (not the saint) got a chorus problem here
I can't believe no-one has commented on this song. I especially like the beginning of the song and it's probably my favourite track off Terror Twilight.
This is my favorite from that album, too.
billie is about billy graham, and i believe at least partially about his relationship with pope john paul II.
i think it's a boy who got some minor errors (heh) when his mother gave birth to him in the way when they cut the stomach (whats it called? seizers cross or something) and its about telling this kid that life is great and that he's special in so many ways
alas.away, it is called "caesarean." i agree with heartbeats on the chorus. it doesn't fit with the rest of the song
alas.away, it is called "caesarean." i agree with heartbeats on the chorus. it doesn't fit with the rest of the song
'Up to the one a kid, Call the bluff when the money's in, You're a hungry matron, And you are just what I need, I was tired of the best years of my life...' ...is great. just the right doseages of hope and ennui in his voice and lyrics. 'i was tired of the best years of my life' is as weary a line as i've ever heard.
'Up to the one a kid, Call the bluff when the money's in, You're a hungry matron, And you are just what I need, I was tired of the best years of my life...' ...is great. just the right doseages of hope and ennui in his voice and lyrics. 'i was tired of the best years of my life' is as weary a line as i've ever heard.