Billy wasn't sober
He got pulled over in china town
Liquor on his breath
Stuffs a pistol in the cushion
Rolls the window down
Oh well, his heart it races like hundred yard dash
Stone cold on his face
He's been since then been reluctant on his way
Billy was a sober
He was hungover
It was 10 am
Another day of work
Clutching the pillow like his only friend
He's past his prime
He a damn sore
Steadfast in his ways
Wasted life [?] But he still has cards to play
He hope's the day will swing his way to avalon
He's not all the way down
This feeling is a getting older
The chip on his shoulders getting heavier
Weight of the world
Spins and obscures into oblivion
This ain't living as we rather die [?]
There must be another way
Under his breath he says
Things got to change
He hope's the day will swing his way to avalon
He's not all the way down
He hope's the day will swing his way to avalon
He's not all the way down
Searching but got no soul
Wishing he could flip a switch
Turn his life around and face the fact
That life's a bitch
He hope's the day will swing his way to avalon
He's not all the way down
He hope's the day will swing his way to avalon
He's not all the way down
He hope's the day will swing his way to avalon
He's not all the way down
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