Billy is a man who let care slip from his clutch He stares with the eyes of a man who's seen too much His capital's gone, his dues are unpaid His heart is surrounded with a barricade He knows you don't need to be conscientious At a masquerade And he can't see light Keeps his eyes shut tight In search of a blissful ignorance But he can't find peace In a society that would reward him For his nonchalance Billy walks around with a callous on his brain It's partly a result of overuse and partly a lack of the same Truth is a subject like a hand-grenade God is a phantom on some prosaic page Anything suggested is detested and Fades like the smell of a summer rain And he can't see light Keeps his eyes shut tight In search of a blissful ignorance But he can't find peace In a society that would reward him For his nonchalance Billy wears his secrecy like a glove He slips away if he feels the slightest twinge of a gentle love He says he didn't acquire his scars in vain That there's a clear association between love and pain But he wishes he could just look up at the stars And feel loved again And he can't see light Keeps his eyes shut tight In search of a blissful ignorance But he can't find peace In a society that would reward him And embrace him And make him feel right at home With his nonchalance