this mortal ignition coil

Billy, where are you now, boy?
Rusting in a junk yard somewhere in West Oakland.
Billy, what are you doing?
My paint is turning pale and I’m crushed under a Lincoln
Billy, whatever happened?
The couple who you sold me to split up in the 90s
Billy, can you forgive me?
For the broken wipers, maybe, but never for the
Menstrual blood on my backseat
You never even washed me
(You) sold me too easily
For a paltry 250

And like all things you own
You can’t take me with you
When finally you cast off this mortal ignition coil

Billy: your fondest memory?
Breaking up with Kate broken down on 580
Billy, what can you tell me?
From molecules you came and molecules you shall be
Billy, can you help me?
Everything that shines eventually gets rusty
Billy, can you hear me?
My left speaker is broken, maybe you remember
Listening only to half of Eleanor Rigby
Would it have killed you
To make the switch to CDs?

Cuz like all things you own
You can’t take me with you
When finally you cast off this mortal ignition coil

Cuz like all things you own
You can’t take me with you
When finally you cast off this mortal ignition coil

words and music by michael johnson
music by ron guensche, chris streng, anthony georgis, michael johnson
©2020 Zubsongs, Ltd.