Strange Notes (The Germs)

Billy Druids face is marble 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