There’s a phone booth
across the street
but we’re never in
But if we are we may
not pick up, but try us
You never know your luck
It will all be worth your wait
Dinner is served at eight
We’re all civilised people
but we’ll skin you alive
if you’re late
Talking to Bill
about weapons and drugs
Listening to Bill
in Bill’s bunker
We’ve got bulletproof doors
and white walls
and three locks
on the metal gates
We’re waiting for
the race to space
Bill says
« we are the new space race »
Yes we are
Grey stone and strip lights
There are no cats in sight
There’s a cane
with a poisonous tip
owned by some commie spy
I’ve been on a mission
inside Old Bill’s veins
since 1955
Injections and guns
We are the drugs
that flow through the veins
of Bill’s bunker
Yeah we’re talking to Bill
about weapons and drugs
Listening to Bill
in Bill’s bunker…
Lyrics Submitted by Richard Gagnon