Trust Me Billy - Protomartyr

Holding onto a horsehead lighter

Flick the bic and I seem brighter

Can you hear that distant laughter?

Desperate men making empty chatter

This is the time of legal tender

That is a call that’s always answered

I was denied and not pushed forward

Choking up what a sad old bastard

Fox is hidden in the bramble

I was caught when I was youthful

Pray that you will never be found

Life is living on your own

Trust me Billy

I’m still smiling