Bad Religion - Billy

^AI can recall the warm youth ^Gof a summer day, yeah ^FThe sweetest lemonade, ^Gthe darkest game arcade ^AAnd Billy had a yearning in the ^Gcorner of his mind, yeah ^FIt moved him secretly, ^Git moved him powerfully ^FBut prescience was ^Clacking and the ^Gpresent was ^Aall And his ^Faptitudes were ^Ccarelessly ^Gwasted And ^Fchallenging ^Clife with the ^Gabandon of a ^Afool He ^Fsquandered the ^Chours of his ^Aday, yeah

^AThen darkness and disorder slapped him ^Gsharply in the face, yeah ^FIt hit him like a friend, ^Gstruck something deep within ^AHe couldn't break the chain of slow ^Gdecay that seemed to drag him ^FJust like a fatal tie, ^Gtoward the other side ^FAnd Billy was a ^Clunatic just ^Gbarking at the ^Amoon And his ^Fbrain was ^Ctotally ^Gwasted He ^Fthen exchanged his ^Cfriends for a ^Gneedle and a ^Aspoon And he ^Fthrew his ^Cfuture ^Aaway, yeah

^EBolt the ^Gdoor and ^Ethrow away the ^Gkey, yeah ^{E G E G}

^EYour dim re^Gflection is ^Eall that you can ^Gsee^{E G E G} So ^Fwhere is the ^Cjustice when ^Gno one is at ^Afault And a ^Fhuman life is ^Ctragically ^Gwasted? How ^Ffragile is the ^Cflame that ^Gburns within us ^Aall To ^Flight each ^Gpassing ^Aday, yeah ^{G C B}