Protomartyr Trust Me Billy
Holding onto a horsehead lighter
Flick the bic and I seem brighter
Can you hear that distant laughter?
Desperate men making empty chatter
This is the time of legal tender
That is a call that's always answered
I was denied and not pushed forward
Choking up what a sad old bastard
Fox is hidden in the bramble
I was caught when I was youthful
Pray that you will never be found
Life is living on your own
Trust me Billy
I'm still smiling