Dead Billie Jean

Dead Billie Jean

In the shot glass lies a quarter and a tear for every year
In the houses of the holy handed bride to be
Technology

Born on the fourth 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 six 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 recognized 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

On this day we cracked this 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 ether in a dream
And nothing's what it seems to be to me
Yeah, nothing's what it seems to be to me