MATCHBOX BILLY    

 

In a nowhere part of a nowhere town

A poor boy grew up alone

Abandoned by the ones he loved

Taken from his family’s home

Taken from his family’s home

 

Billy's favourite anything that he could find

Was anything made out of wood

And Billy, he had this raging need

To burn everything he could

To burn everything he could

To burn everything he could

 

I guess you could say he's got a burning desire            

And everybody knows that Billy loves to play with fire          

Billy hates the whole damn world and if he could        

He’d burn it all down to the ground           

Yeah he’d burn it right down to the ground                            
Say hello ... to Matchbox Billy

 

Well I guess you know that every poor boy

Is still some mother's son

But Billy, he never was a hard case

He just never had no-one

No he just never had no-one

He just never had no-one

 

So Billy said goodbye to his pain

The only way he knew how

With a full jerry-can and a matchbox in his hand

Goodbye, I’m leaving now

Goodbye, I’m leaving now

 

© Errol Walsh & Slim Pickens