Can I tell you something ? Can I tell you a story ? It's about me and Billy 'Cause I remember
I remember it all started when he bought that car It was the first thing he'd ever owned apart from me And the color was red And the color was red and he drove me He drove me out of my mind I'm over it now It was spring or summer sixty five I don't remember Steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel And I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck And he used to make me pray, wearing a mask like a death's head When he put me there in the back seat, and he said
Jesus save me Jesus save me
Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say And he custom of destruct the pain of every escape but somehow He could make joy come loose inside I would feel really I would feel really and truly alive And I would do anything for him It just wasn't enough It was never enough He'd turn to me and say He'd, he'd say "even the son of god had to die, my darling" And he wanted everything He wanted everything He wanted the honey from the king Each new moon He used to make me pray Every morning Hidden in the backseat, such Jesus He'd make me pray And he'd in there when he wanted everything He wanted the honey from the king Say it "Even the son of god had to die my darling" Go on, say it!