Thick Bob

Thick Bob
Everyone loves thick Bob
He’s got fingers like vibrators
and the eyes of a hypnotist
But when the world looks to Bob
Bob looks to the ground, ground, ground
Look at the ground Bob
cracks on the pavement
and the voice that calls out
Love, love, love
can’t shut it up
these reckless rendezvous are not enough

Wait a minute girl I can make these ghosts go away
Wait a minute girl

Dried blood
clinging to the tartan rug
it was
a crime before the gun shot
taking out Bob’s mum

But when the cops came for Bob
Bob played it dumb, dumb, dumb
Smart move Bob paradox Bob
run, run, run
it can’t last friend
beginning middle & now the end

Wait a minute girl I can make these ghosts go away
Wait a minute girl, wait a minute girl girl

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