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