Dead Billie Jean - Blitzen Trapper

Dead Billie Jean

In the shot glass lies a quarter and a tear for every year

In the house, yes, of the holy-handed bride-to-be

Technology

Born on the 4th of July

No question who the mother was, but the father’s on the land

Playin' spoons and grand piano in a family van

Prosthetic hand

I was 6 feet under playin' bones with Brian Jones and Jim

'Cause there’s a right way and a wrong way here to die

And there ain’t no reason why

Dead Billie Jean

What have you seen

Dead Billie Jean

What have you seen in the twilight’s dawn

So Dead Billie Jean

She paid her tab and drove out through the Indiana dawn

Never know when something’s wrong

Never recognize in the great bird’s eyes

I was smokin' dope with Lincoln in a Chrysler on the hill

In the no man’s land where spirits seem to go

'Cause he’s all alone you know

Honest Dave, he cracked his window just a skosh to breathe

He said it’s time that we both leave, you and me and Billie Jean

'Cause we’re just slidin' through the aether in a dream

And nothin’s what it seems to be to me

Yeah, nothin’s what it seems to be to me