Fei Comodo - Bobby Marshal lyrics

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