This song is about a bad Muthaf***a called Billy, who's favourite past-time was to go around robbing old ladies.
motorsized punkrock from brighton
Motorsized Punkrock from Brighton, England
Lyrics
BILLY MACKENZIE
I knew this guy named Billy Mackenzie
A bit right handed if you know what i mean.
If there was a bigger cunt in town, he was yet to be seen.
He liked to fight and scrap, he could rumble on for days
But that aint how he got his kicks, who says crime never pays
CHORUS:
Rob, rob, robbing old ladies, Billy weren't no good
Rob, rob, robbing old ladies, he had ice for blood
Rob, rob, robbing old ladies, cash, jewellery and pills
Rob, rob, robbing old ladies, how he got his thrills.
The ancient William came calling, but Billy wasn't around.
He'd heard that the Pigs were sniffing, decided to get out of town.
Went to stay with his brother, a big time dealer in Leeds.
Became an even bigger monster when he started shooting speed.
REPEAT CHORUS:
Then one day Billy vanished, just disappeared into thin air.
His Mother cried to the Policeman, but they didn't really care
Bill's head turned up 2 days later, by the old canal,
and the Filth charged a bloke from Warrington who went by the name of Fireaxe Al.
REPEAT CHORUS:
The Pigs never found Bills body, Al said nothing he weren't no chump,
But later confessed in prison, he'd fed it to Rats down in the dumps.
He was the only one to face Mackenzie, no-one else was that mad or brave,
But they'll tell you how much they hate him now that fuckers in his grave
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