Bobby - Wooden Wand

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