Lyrics Bobby Marshall - Fei Comodo

Bobby Marshall

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?