Billy Cobin lost it all We knew he would eventually Some wonders why he took the fall Others just ask who the hell is he And why should we care for him?

A baggy man with baggy clothes A face made of paper mache He lost his humor years ago Along with his molars His head planted beneath his shoulders

Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane Don't throw me out with the bath water Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me