| The king is dead, all hail the king | 
| The Holy ghost, the light within | 
| Angels and demons in the wings | 
| The truth is whispered in the wind | 
| The night is young, my cup is full | 
| The candle lit | 
| I dropped the jewel | 
| I did the math, at Sunday school | 
| The clown in class, some played the fool | 
| Who fanned the flame? | 
| Who sprayed the fuel? | 
| Who gave him the rapier that made him duel | 
| The martyr died | 
| For all of y’all | 
| Came back to life, answered the call | 
| I’m gonna' be the next in line… | 
| I’m ready for my bread and wine… | 
| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried | 
| For eternal life | 
| (Billy Green is alive!) | 
| Bag of flesh | 
| Reproduce | 
| Read the news, what’s the use? | 
| Steady on the stool when I knot the noose | 
| In the reaper’s shoes | 
| (Checkmate) | 
| Your bishop ain’t got the juice | 
| (Lay off) | 
| You should have a spot on Jools | 
| I’m dropping jewels | 
| Who am I? | 
| Can I place a value on human life? | 
| Just another bust nut from a fuck up | 
| Better hush up | 
| Body washed up | 
| On the side of the sewer side | 
| He left a note, suicide | 
| And I quote, «This one’s for you | 
| Goodbye.» | 
| No stars in the polluted sky | 
| Picture in the black mirror blew your mind | 
| No more drinks to pour, zoots to light | 
| But him in a box in a suit and tie | 
| It was all based on a stupid lie | 
| The illusion of freedom | 
| But who decides? | 
| Changing of the guards | 
| A new bloodline | 
| A day to remember in future times | 
| Olive branch extended | 
| Received in kind | 
| Some kind of psychic who reads your mind | 
| So believe in the word | 
| You can see the signs | 
| Saviour of the world | 
| Billy Green’s alive! | 
| I’m gonna' be the next in line… | 
| I’m ready for my bread and wine… | 
| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried | 
| For eternal life | 
| (Billy Green is alive!) | 
| I’m gonna' be the next in line… | 
| I’m ready for my bread and wine… | 
| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried | 
| For eternal life | 
| (Billy Green is alive!) | 
| Pray with me by candlelight | 
| Bow your head and close your eyes | 
| Hands together unified | 
| If you believe he’s still alive | 
| If you believe he’s still alive | 
| Billy Green is still alive! | 
| Pray with me by candlelight | 
| Bow your head and close your eyes | 
| Chant these words with me tonight | 
| As we receive eternal life | 
| Do you believe he’s still alive? | 
| Billy Green is still alive! | 
| Can a kid get a little slice | 
| club with a little ice | 
| No love, just bare eyes | 
| Ain’t my fault you can’t visualise | 
| You let the shit start | 
| Tell me what did you give ya mind? | 
| Zilch | 
| Look at all this shit we could have built | 
| But talking all big like they’re standing on stilts | 
| Ground feels stable till it tilts | 
| The shit starts rolling down from top of 'em hills | 
| But who’s at the bottom? | 
| Same [?} that’s used to the problems | 
| Used to addiction | 
| Used to the robbing | 
| Used to the answer, you can’t stop him | 
| When there’s demons in your yard it reduces your options | 
| Billy Green told me | 
| 'Life is but a dream, homie | 
| You play your part | 
| Then you exit the scene slowly | 
| No one wants to be lonely | 
| So be phoney." | 
| But no one spared a thought for Billy | 
| Where did he go? | 
| Billy’s alive | 
| Billy survived | 
| Billy is risen | 
| Walking to the beat of the drum | 
| Keeping the rhythm | 
| Keeping the secret with him that keeps seeking oblivion | 
| Anywhere you find the lust, Billy is with 'em | 
| Drugs don’t work no more | 
| Too low to get high | 
| Billy Green is alive | 
| Believe in the word | 
| You can see the signs | 
| Saviour of the world | 
| Billy Green’s alive! | 
| A shoulder to cry on in times of despair | 
| So now let us bow our heads in prayer | 
| Can you feel the force of the ghost in here? | 
| (Yeah!) | 
| Can you feel the force of the spirit in the air? | 
| (Yeah!) | 
| I’m gonna' be the next in line… | 
| I’m ready for my bread and wine… | 
| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried | 
| For eternal life… | 
| (Billy Green is alive) |