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root - billy lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah!

[verse 1]
well, billy was the football captain, apple of mum’s eye
with the finest education a second mortgage could buy
but billy dreamed of outlaw legends in the wild wild west
where you could win a and fail a drug test
his mother saw what that could mean, and so she sat him down
and made her billy promise

[chorus]
billy!
don’t be chasin’ thrills, bill!
stay home with your mum, son!
billy!
mama knows best, bill!
don’t be like the rest, son!
billy!
don’t take your guns to town!
yeah, yeah!

[verse 2]
still, billy dreamed of football fame and all that it could bring
not so much runnin’ round, but all the tarts and blow and bling
he’d gaze over to the west, see his name in lights
as he sat back in with his coke and ice
he dreamed of meeting those kind of handymen who only fix a match
or throw a gas stove off the side of a boat, with someone attached
he’d have the cops in his pocket, a sawn+off in his boot
he’d know where ronnie biggs hid the loot, he’d even know the guys in root!
what would it be like to have real power, not just messin’ round?
but in his head, his mother’s words:
[chorus]
billy!
don’t you be a star, bill!
don’t show ’em what you are, son!
billy!
don’t be chasin’ thrills, bill!
stay home with your mum, son!
billy!
don’t take your guns to town!
yeah, yeah!

[bridge]
yeah, yeah!
(i don’t smoke no dope
i’m a deliveryman, i do what i can!)
yeah, word of billy’s awesome talent found its way out west
he standing+jumped right off the graph, his beep test better than the rest
that november day they picked him, his sobbing mother prayed
but bill just said “such is life” and slipped on his shades
he signed his faustian pact right there, and now he’s goin’ down
’cause bill forgot his mother’s words: “don’t take your guns to town!”

[chorus]
billy! (billy, billy!)
way to pass the test, bill!
but don’t be at your best, son!
billy! (billy, billy!)
it’s the captain and the vice, bill!
in this surface paradise, son!
billy! (billy, billy, yeah!)
[outro]
(it’s more than a game!
don’t let them send you way out west
you’ll wind up in a house of pain
defibrillators on your chest
don’t take your guns to town!)

- root lyrics

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