Goatsbelly
Yes, he died that day, August 15th 1979.
It would be a lie to say thousands lamented over his death
course’ it’d also be a lie to say hundreds... or even half.
It was in fact, just five down-and-out lonely people who mourned over Billy.
You see,
Billy was a Bandito
and I was his Old Lady.
Only eighteen at the time
I was a runway lookin’ for somebody to love.
Love me.
Made me wear that damn spike collar 'round my neck
hurt like hell,
but I didn’t care.
Loved him more than Wild Turkey itself.
And that’s a lotta love.
Just a couple a kids dodgin’ cherry tops left and right.
I don’t think I was ever meant to know what went on during those days,
I just lived to ride.
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