Lyrics
Billy is a man who let care slip from his clutch
He stares with the eyes of a man who's seen too much
His capital's gone, his dues are unpaid
His heart is surrounded with barricade
He knows you don't need to be conscientious
At a masquerade
And he can't see light
He keeps his eyes shut tight
In search of abysmal ignorance
But he can't find peace
In a society
That would reward him for his nonchalance
Billy walks around with a callus on his brain
It's partly a result of overuse and partly a lack of the same
Truth is a subject like a hand grenade
And God is a phantom on some prosaic page
Anything suggested is detested and fades
Like the smell of the summer rain
And he can't see light
He keeps his eyes shut tight
In search of abysmal ignorance
Oh, but he can't find peace
In a society
That would reward him for his nonchalance
Billy wears his secrecy like a glove
It slips away if he feels the slightest twinge of gentle love
He says he didn't acquire his scars in vain
That there's a clear association between love and pain
But he wishes he could just look up at the stars and feel loved again
Oh, and he can't see light
He keeps his eyes shut tight
In search of abysmal ignorance
But he can't find peace
In a society
That would reward him and embrace him
And make him feel right at home in his nonchalance