My name is Billy...the same as my dadnI watch the sun come up and watch the sun go downnmedals on the mantle...morphine in the drawernthey fight each other while I lay down and drownnnMy wife will hold me...when I start to shakennever asking what I see in my headngot a roof that don't leak...screen on the doornfood in the kitchen...love in the bednnmake me a chalkboard and wipe me cleannfrom all the things that I've seennfeel free to erasenthe young lines carved into my facennUsed to have lots of friends...from all sidesnnow I pretty much keep to myselfnI scan the papers...and the TV newsnalways looking for somebody elsennoh Lord deliver me...from those who call on younyour name 'bout scares me to deathnif you come when I'm sleeping...use some common sensenand kindly wait until I can catch my breathnnmake me a chalkboard and wipe me cleannfrom all the things that I've seennfeel free to erasenthe young lines carved into my facennGot myself a little girl....she's always with menmaking up rhymes in her 3 year old headnI got sent to Mosul...and I saw her therenheld her in my arms...but she was already deadnnmake me a chalkboard and wipe me cleannfrom all the things that I've seennfeel free to erasenthe young lines carved into my face