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.