Billy Bigtime by Peter Wolf Lyrics

Billy Bigtime wore a Stetson
Said his name was Lucky Willie
And the streets were taking bets on
Who would be the one to kill him

Had to say it was amazing
For a punk kid out of nowhere
Didn't let no low blow faze him
Billy Bigtime he struck lower

Run (Run) Through the fire
Everybody waiting for you to tire
Run (Run) Through the fire
There's always a faster gun for hire

Billy Bitime smellin' flowers
Had a Rolls and rolled with paisley
Come in a joint after hours
Thinkin' he was big as Jesus
Have to say he was a comer
And a porn star's here to win
In the cold in December
They got dressed, went in swimmin'
Run (Run) Through the fire
Everybody waiting for you to tire
Run (Run) Through the fire
There's always a faster gun for hire

Crossfire

Billy Bigtime had to give up
All his billion dollar mommas
Billy found he couldn't live up
To his billion dollar promise
One day it quickly ended
Found face down in a gutter
Billy was shot down
Shot down by his own brother

Crossfire

Run (Run) Through the fire
Everybody waiting for you to tire
Run (Run) Through the fire
There's always a faster gun for hire