He painted his house the color of skin
So if the situation called f out he could blend in
Or maybe just feel like somebody's else's heart when within
When not feeling merry and warm and amused by the gin

Newspapers in piles, eating over the sink
And just waking up feels like racing for pinks
And the sky changes color and size each time that he blinks
But he's sure entertained by that quiet unassuming old rink

Bobby, oh, Bobby
The meek won't inherit a thing
So dismiss this old world and fly to God
Let these northern lights come erase what you are
Oh, Bobby you ain't as bad as they say

He feared ghosts, the revelers in his grave torment
So he kept changing clothes to throw off the scent
And campaigned to trade for his soul what he traded for rent
But he'd mix up whatever was on hand with what was already spent

Bobby, oh, Bobby
The week you were gone I was blue
So forget this old world; don't let it get to you
Forget this old world and become born anew
Oh, Bobby don't mortgage your young life this way

Bobby, oh, Bobby
The meek won't inherit a thing
So dismiss this cold world and fly to God
And don't lose your cool when they cheer and applaud
Oh, Bobby you ain't as bad as they say
Oh, Bobby you ain't as bad as they say
Oh, Bobby you ain't as bad as they say

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): James Toth