Bobby Marshal Testo

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree,
Little Bobby's 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 I'll 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,
Where's my son?
Nothing left for me to say,
where's my son?
Where's my son?
Sorry sir but you're too late,
Where's my son?
Five years later and guess who's back,
Sorry Sir but your son isn't here, Bobby isn't here.
Where's my son?
I can't tell you that
Where's my son?
I can't tell you that
Where's my son?
You don't want to know
Where's my son?
You left him alone and now he's dead