Complexx Billy Blur
Billy Blur woke up,
just put on his socks,
painted tears on his face.
Oh no he couldn’t stop
while flying to the top
with a bong strapped around his waist.
Billy Blur through his shoe
trough the classroom
and white stuff covered the ground.
He’ll never know what life should be like without further consummation of
Sweet drinks that’ll take him to another place and the
Black wine with another taste.
The white lines that are even on his laces
And that big pink bong strapped around his waist.
Billy Blur said:
“I see a black door and
I want to paint it white!”
He went down to the stock
of the rolling rocks
in the middle of the night.
He stole the door,
made it white and
then took it back home.
He was walking down
the broken dream boulevard
and there he met his girl.
Sweet drinks that’ll take him to another place and the
Black wine with another taste.
The white lines that are even on his laces
And that big pink bong strapped around his waist.
Billy Blur and his girl
went to funky places
where there was a lot to see.
They booked a room
in the Hotel California
from August to February.
He needed cash and
Billy started to realize
he didn’t have a money tree.
He asked his girl
To sell her soul to the devil
Because one on one could make three
Billy Blur should have seen
Oh no he couldn’t see
Because of all the scotch
He stopped drinking beer
Billy Blur should have seen
Oh no he couldn’t see
That one plus one is two
But one time it could become three
Sweet drinks that’ll take him to another place and the
Black wine with another taste.
The white lines that are even on his laces
And that big pink bong strapped around his waist.
