Billy Wire

It wants to live but it can't go on
 It needs to die but its never been born
 Yeah but it all boils down to yourself
 All in place it
 Billy Wire, Billy gadget
 Miles on the faces
 Of the task force
 Lays the grids, open my lids
 Humble thyself to the King of the KIds
 You want to flip but he don't know how
 They're poking fun at a five-legged cow
 Yeah but it all works out for the best
 Solemn places
 Billy Wire, Billy catch it
 Miles on the faces
 Of the task force
 Lays the grids, open my lids
 Humble thyself to the King of the KIds
 Slave for greatly wanted drum
 Cradle complacently one you don't come
 Only a bottle could punt you and moan...
 And it's a mug with a smiling face
 Plastic flowers in a broken vase
 To when he failed the surgery test