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