Billy

Just another wasted day As the game continues to play Strike my pieces from the board To slow momentum of the rolling die Slow Can't get out of first again Ride the clutch, reverse is your friend Don't engage the gears unless they're moving Surely at an equal pace Don't I think I need to rest a while Because I feel dizzy Look, Ma, no hands And just this once, I guess, but Never again will I make this mess D'I do good? Quench my pen with what I drink Pour me out, and fill me with think Circumvent the point by rolling off the truth As if you give a damn Pour I think I need to rest a while Because I feel dizzy Look, Ma, no hands And just this once, I guess, but Never again will I make this mess D'I do good?