Background
Little Billy was my nick name in my child hood.
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Stir the pot it's going to boil.
Your Christ says you lay down your life.
What will you do when the earth's out of oil?
You pray in church on your knees you toil.
But your sister, your brother, your neighbor, your wife?
Stir the pot it's going to boil.
All your dreams that I will foil.
Cut through them all like a sharpened knife.
What will you do when the earth's out of oil?
All of your hopes will never re spoil.
When you feel the pains of hunger and strife.
Stir the pot it's going to boil.
When your faith starts to wilt, soften and moil.
When order is gone and madness is rife.
What will you do when the earth's out of oil?
All of your kings that are so royal.
Will beg for mercy under my scythe.
Stir the pot it's going to boil
What will you do when the earth's out of oil?