Dead Billie Jean

(album: Holy Smokes Future Jokes - 2020)

Dead Billie Jean
In the shot glass lies a quarter and a tear for every year
In the house, yes, of the holy-handed bride-to-be
Technology

Born on the 4th of July
No question who the mother was, but the father's on the lam
Playing spoons and grand piano in a family band
Prosthetic hand

I was 6 feet under playing bones with Brian Jones and Jim
'Cause there's a right way and a wrong way here to die
And there ain't no reason why

Dead Billie Jean
What have you seen?
Dead Billie Jean
What have you seen in the twilight's dawn?

So Dead Billie Jean
She paid her tab and drove out through the Indiana dawn
Never knowing something's wrong
Never recognize in the great bird's eyes

I was smoking dope with Lincoln in a Chrysler on the hill
In the no man's land where spirits seem to go
'Cause it's all in who you know

Honest Abe, he cracked his window just a skosh to breathe
He said it's time that we both leave, you and me and Billie Jean
'Cause we're just sliding through the aether in a dream
And nothin's what it seems to be to me
Yeah, nothin's what it seems to be to me