Strange Notes Lyrics - Germs

Billy Druids face is marble 

He keeps every thought in its place 

He lets the days turn tomorrow 

Someone's always walking on his grave 

He wears the lines just like Garbo 

And talks at a saturnine pace 

Listening to the strange notes' marvel 

Only giving what it takes 

It's a sad man's world 

And for Billy, it's sure to crown 

Dragging beauty into darkness 

Inflicting a pale white frown 

And the matter the runs 

Through Billy's head 

Is too concerned to fall