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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 has information / unavailable to most 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 From Letras Mania