Time Destroys Its Plan At The Reactionary Table

oh billy come on, cause i've heard your hundreth song
 and though i liked the tale of the millionares that constructed the fine bolts and put the buildings in the air
 billy come on, oh come and sing your hundreth song.
 precautionary tales to reactionary table, ha-ha
 granted your songs have been living in this world
 have been eating in this world
 have been breathing in this world
 rain on rain on
 i find it unacceptable
 i've made concessions to the world
 to the running of the world
 to the turning of the world
 can beneath me burn
 billy was a girl, but he couldn't tie his curls
 but the proxis breaks, the angry bed
 the lover and the wood lives on common care
 billy come on in the echoing morning calm
 try to find your breath and breathe the air for the troupe of sellers and millionaries
 billy come on like a population bursts from your songs
 for the birdies and the babies and the downtown pushers, please billy
 granted your lungs have been sucking in this world
 have been breathing in this world
 have been lying in the sand
 rain on rain on
 i find it unacceptable that you keep singing to the world
 and keep lying in the world
 and keep crushing everybody's heads . (?)