Billa Songtext
von Dead Players

Let me show ′em where the future is
You underachieve under a chief's tutelage

Why you moving as model citizens
Did your brand of ignorance come with a free crucifix?
Pump powders into snotty humans
All skanking with them same robotic body movements
I soft-shoe shuffle into the jam with a butters drink in my hand
Like some souped-up modern mutant

Ransack the engagement
Slip into place as your dad′s spangled replacement
The glare pulled 'em into pools of pure debauchery
And sent a smug investigator back to the station
On some, "Nothing to report, sergeant, erase the interviews"
I made a case for living sinful, none of us have shit to prove
Mouth leaking, I can feel him with his skin removed
As claret seeps through every layer adding to the stink of booze


Build another platform
Burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick 'em while they′re down

Come witness the table topple
You can love me or hate me but save me the fucking waffle
Squabble freely and leave me out of your weedy conversations
While you shovel that garbage up in your schnozzle

How′s life as a lollipop woman fairing out?
There's a rotten smell in your closet, you wanna air it out
I can′t be helpful, it's coming out of my scary mouth
Let the authorities worry about my whereabouts

Drowning them out when I bolt, swallow it
Wouldn′t call it my fault if the cult follow it
Some kind of verbal assault, I don't acknowledge it
I bring a glimmer of hope but I won′t promise it
Blood is far from a joke, it's beyond treatment in a cloak
Spinning out in some beautiful Fibonacci sequence
Bang bang on your chest 'til you start breathing
Such a beautiful mess, keep the heart beating


Build another platform
Burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick ′em while they′re down

I'm in a hotel with a wet towel down on the floor smoking
While security jimmy the door open
I precariously pour shit away with a sore emotion
I′ll regret it and step out like "What's all the commotion?"
State your name for the record
The black box in his brain said it′s peppered
I'm off my swede again, auf wiedersehen
A needle in a haystack, save the waist chat for when we meet again

I said fuck it, I never rated reality anyway
As I drop a liquid crystal and it splattered my Perrier
Ultra strong drink with a tiny umbrella
The dust hidden in my sock, keep it grimy forever
The smooth exterior′s detachable
The innards underneath are all invaluable
It's the Neanderthal's annual amble out to back a gallon
Get gassed in a jam in a trashy house

Build another platform
Burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick ′em while they′re down
Build another platform
Burn it to the ground
Winners to the front
Kick 'em while they′re down