Germs Strange Notes

Billy Druids face is marble

He keeps veery thought in its place

He lets the days turn tomorrow

Someones always walking

on his grave



He wears the lines just like Garbo

And talks at a saturmine pace

Listening to the strange notes marvel

Only giving what it takes



Its a sad mans world

And for Billy its sure to crown

Dragging beauty into darkness

Inflciting a pale white frown



And the matter the runs

Through Billys head

Is too concerned to fall
[ Strange Notes Lyrics ]