Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Billy.

Come out Virginia, don't let me wait, you Catholic girls start much too late,
Oh, but sooner or later it comes down to fate, I might as well be the one.
Oh, they showed you a statue, and told you to pray, they built you a temple and locked you away.
Oh, but they never told you the price that you'd pay, the things that you might have done.
Only the good die young, that's what I say.
Only the good die young.

You might've heard that I run with a dangerous crowd, we ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud,
we might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one.
So come on Virginia, show me a sign, I'll send you a signal and I'll throw you a line,
the stained glassed curtains you're hiding behind,
never lets in the sun.
darlin' only the good die young, I tell ya only the good die young,
only the good die young.

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation,
you got a brand new soul,
mmm, and a cross of gold.
But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information!
You didn't count on me...when you were counting on your rosary.

They say there's a heaven for those who'll wait,
some day it's better but I say it ain't,
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints,
sinners are much more fun.

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