Dead Billie JeanIn the shot glass lies a quarter and a tear for every yearIn the house, yes, of the holy-handed bride-to-beTechnologyBorn on the 4th of JulyNo question who the mother was, but the father's on the lamPlayin' spoons and grand piano in a family bandProsthetic handI was 6 feet under playin' bones with Brian Jones and Jim'Cause there's a right way and a wrong way here to dieAnd there ain't no reason whyDead Billie JeanWhat have you seen?Dead Billie JeanWhat have you seen in the twilight's dawn?So Dead Billie JeanShe paid her tab and drove out through the Indiana dawnNever knowin' something's wrongNever recognize in the great bird's eyesI was smokin' dope with Lincoln in a Chrysler on the hillIn the no man's land where spirits seem to go'Cause it's all in who you knowHonest Abe, he cracked his window just a skosh to breatheHe said it's time that we both leave, you and me and Billie Jean'Cause we're just slidin' through the aether in a dreamAnd nothin's what it seems to be to meYeah, nothin's what it seems to be to me
