In a nowhere part of a nowhere town

A poor boy grew up alone

Abandoned by the ones he loved

Taken from his family’s home

Taken from his family’s home

Billy's favourite anything that he could find

Was anything made out of wood

And Billy, he had this raging need

To burn everything he could

To burn everything he could

To burn everything he could

I guess you could say he's got a burning desire

And everybody knows that Billy loves to play with fire

Billy hates the whole damn world and if he could

He’d burn it all down to the ground

Yeah he’d burn it right down to the ground                            
Say hello ... to Matchbox Billy

Well I guess you know that every poor boy

Is still some mother's son

But Billy, he never was a hard case

He just never had no-one

No he just never had no-one

He just never had no-one

So Billy said goodbye to his pain

The only way he knew how

With a full jerry-can and a matchbox in his hand

Goodbye, I’m leaving now

Goodbye, I’m leaving now