Bobby

He painted his house the color of skin
 So if the situation called for it he could blend in
 Or maybe just feel like somebody else's hot wind within
 We're not feeling merry and warm in the muse by the gym
 Newspapers in piles eatin' over the sink
 And just wakin' up feels like racing for pinks
 And the sky changes color and size each that he blinks
 But he's sure entertained by that choir and assume he'll drink
 Oh Bobby, oh Bobby
 The meek won't inherit a thing
 So dismiss this old world
 And fly to god
 And if these northern lights come erase what you are
 Oh Bobby, you ain't as bad as they say
 You fear ghosts, the revelers and 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 mixed up whatever was on hand with what was already spent
 Oh 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
 Oh Bobby, Oh Bobby
 The meek won't inherit a thing
 So dismiss this old world
 and fly to god
 And don't lose your cool when they cheer and appall
 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