BILLY & BENNY

You wake up in the morning
Get something for the pot
No longer can you tell
Just what is real and what is not
Peering through the blind
You’re taken by the morning rays
Back to the good old days

When some damn fool
Believed in what they said
And look…at where that lead
He spent all day working for
A parking spot
Nothing for the heart
Nothing for the pot

Billy called him up to warn of where…his path would go
Ohhhhhh O
But he had…to have…it all, he wanted his own show
A view of Manhattan, atop of New York
List’n to the stuffed suits talk
Communicating, like in the good old days

Forgive him father, for he has sinned
In the name of life and limb
And a voice said, Billy
He sought the dream too long
Billy, now write this song

Now write this song

Billy tried so hard to warn him where…his path would go
Ohhhhhh O
But he had…to have…it all, he wanted his own show
A final view of Manhattan, a fall in New York
A pause in all stuffed suit talk
Eliminating, like in the good old days
The good old days

Forgive him father

For he has sinned

Father all the lights were dim

Father could we turn back the clock

He was too young to hit
The concrete block

Now Billy sits at home with all the blinds and curtains…closed
Ohhhhhh O
How he wants…to hide…the memory, he just wants to stay home
A view of the shadows that drift cross the wall
Billy this is all in all
Just like in the good old days
The good old days

…Jeff Bresee
Tribute, Roger Waters – Radio K.A.O.S.