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This is the tale of 'Black Hole Billy'

It all started when he went to a party

At that time his cheeks were still tight

Decided to walk home, thought he'd make it alright

Walking down the wrong side of the tracks

That's when he heard from behind his back

"Hey bud, can I get a smoke?"

That's when Billy realized this was no joke

Billy wanted out but the stranger wanted in

He prayed and hoped that it would end quick

All too real threat was this false friend

Poor Billy - he got it in the end

Now he's got four on the floor

Playin' dead just don't work no more

Crying and sore Billy ran up the stairs

But Billy's tragic tale doesn't end there

It's only the beginning of the story

Of the young man named 'Black Hole Billy'