A crooked little man / lives in the underground
Sometimes he goes up / but mostly he stays down
People call him Billy / William is his name
In the coming darkness / he's the keeper of the flame
He repairs radios / with alien transistors
Cosmic commnication / between brothers and sisters
He converses with angels / and sleeps with ghosts
Silence is a sadness / a bird with a song
Billy is a sailor / between right and wrong
A world of light and promise / is beyond his memory
In the present he is occupied / preparing for eternity
Lucifer is coming / don't let the children hear
The devil's in the wood pile / judgment day is near
Things that seem simple / are extremely complicated
When you scratch the surface / of things gold-plated