Billy Rosa

You're so clinical like your instruments one clean cut but poorly stitched

How about a fake heart

A matching blood transplant that doesn't act the part

Its that smile that plays just on her lips when her soul is sad

She grew horns when she left home, fashioned by her dad

So Billy bought a mower and some friends and started to pretend

That belt around your neck, your judgment's not the best

That Bible belt around your neck

It means you don't know better and you should've known better

Economical even with the truth, like a playground squabble