Billy wasn't sober He got pulled over In Chinatown Liquor on his breath Stuffs a pistol in the cushion Rolls the window down Oh well his heart it races like a 100 yard dash Stone cold on his face The policeman sends him Reluctantry on his way
Billy wasn't sober He was hung over It was 10 a. m Another day at work Clutching the pillow like his only friend Oh well, he's past his prime he's a dinosaur Steadfast in his ways No aces left But still has cards to play
And he hopes today He'll swim his way to Avalon He's not all the way down
He's feeling getting older The chip on his shoulder's Getting heavier The weight of the world Spins and obscures Into oblivion This ain't living It's waiting around to die Must be another way Under his breath He says things have got to change
He hopes today He'll swim his way to Avalon He's not all the way down
Searching but he got no soul Wishing he could flip a switch Turn his life around And face the fact That life's a bitch
And he hopes today He'll swim his way to Avalon He's not all the way down
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) ECAD: Obra #17627135