"Billy" lyrics

Fuck you, Billy
Where is this going?
You know your dad's at the bar
And he keeps calling for shots
Well, the lights in the bathroom
Yeah, they're whiter than heaven
And your sisters boyfriend
Keeps looking at his -

Well, fuck you, Billy
Show me the money
You know the phlegm in the piss trough
Is marbled with blood
Like the trees in the forest
Now they're calling for axes
And your dads at the bar
And he keeps calling for shots, hey

I, I hate tequila rosé
I, I hate tequila rosé

Fuck you, Billy
Open the garden
I'll be as quiet as a peeper
Perched in the loft
Oh, there's a man in Japan
Who dresses like lassie
And he pays other people to take him for walks, yup

I, I hate tequila rosé
And I, I hate tequila rosé
And I, I hate tequila rosé
And I, I hate tequila rosé

Fuck you, Billy
Where is this going?
You know your dad's at the bar
And he keeps calling for shots
It's not Baileys or vodka
Or sweet Johnnie Walker
No, it's not Baileys or vodka
Or sweet Johnnie Walker
You know, so fuck you, Billy
You know your dad's at the bar
And he keeps calling for sh-shots

Billy, walk me home
Up this Calvary of drink
You know my mind is losing oxygen
My mind is losing oxygen
The kareokes coming on
My tongue it tastes likes calvados
So, Billy, walk me home
You know she's touching his
Touching his chest