Bobby Marshall - Fei Comodo

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

Litte Bobbys out there robbing banks already

Bobby’s parents left him long ago

Now hes on his own

Little Bobby is already out on his own

In his mind he’s got it all under control

Waking up in the gutter with blood on his hands

Wake him from, wake him from this, sleep, wake, him

Wake Him from this sleep

Haunted by his only memory

What goes around comes around

Now this curse has been layed up on me

And now Ill die alone

Little Bobby is already out on his own

In his mind he’s got it all under control

Waking up in the gutter with blood on his hands

Wake him from, wake him from this, sleep, wake, him

Wake Him from this sleep

Out, get out, why can’t i get your face out of my

Head

Get out, get out, wake him from this sleep

Wheres my son?, nothing left for me to say, wheres my

Son?

Wheres my son?, sorry sir but your to late, Wheres my

Son?