oh billy come on, cause i've heard your hundreth song   and though i liked the tale of the millionares that constructed the fine bolts and put the buildings in the air   billy come on, oh come and sing your hundreth song.    precautionary tales to reactionary table, ha-ha      granted your songs have been living in this world   have been eating in this world   have been breathing in this world   rain on rain on      i find it unacceptable   i've made concessions to the world   to the running of the world   to the turning of the world   can beneath me burn      billy was a girl, but he couldn't tie his curls   but the proxis breaks, the angry bed   the lover and the wood lives on common care      billy come on in the echoing morning calm   try to find your breath and breathe the air for the troupe of sellers and millionaries      billy come on like a population bursts from your songs   for the birdies and the babies and the downtown pushers, please billy      granted your lungs have been sucking in this world   have been breathing in this world   have been lying in the sand   rain on rain on      i find it unacceptable that you keep singing to the world   and keep lying in the world   and keep crushing everybody's heads .. (?)