Billy

10 o’clock, almost night
heavy fog, 30 feet sight
mud to the knees, pooring rain,
50 ounzes whisky, pounding brain he thought

Bang, bang, bang, shoot him down,
In the middle of the street,
In the middle of the town.
Bang, bang, bang, he falls on the ground
Smoke passes by, no more sound.

The factory just closed its door
They told him: “You don’t work no more!”
No place to hide, no place to stay,
Was there hope, a need to pray? he thought

Without a reason he asks a guy
“Am I mad, just tell me why?”
The man just smilled, thought it was fun,
Until he saw Billy pulling a gun. he thought

He got no answer, Billy was sad,
Does that mean he was mad?
“No solution, no way out,
No more hope”, did he shout.

Bang, bang, bang, he shoots himself down,
In the middle of the street,
In the middle of the town.
Bang, bang, bang, he falls on the ground
Smoke passes by, no more sound.