Blitzen Trapper - Dead Billie Jean lyrics

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 lam
Playin' spoons and grand piano
In a family band 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 knowin' 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
Spirit's seem to go
'Cause it's all in who you know

Honest Abe
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