paroles de chanson Hey Bobby - Sage Francis
AUTHOR:
Sage
Francis
By
the
time
the
flags
rotted
off
of
their
antennas,
They
were
questioning
who
the
real
threat
is.
Big
Brotherly
love
is
the
21rst
Century's
plague.
No
matter
how
bloody
the
glove,
question
evidence
displayed.
Don't
forget
what
two
plus
two
equals.
Don't
let
them
upgrade
your
math
no
matter
what
they
have
as
proof
of
evil.
Remember
when
they
went
after
the
Jewish
people?
You
don't
recognize
that
same
black
mask
as
see
through?
Attack
of
the
eagles.
If
they
don't
fall
dead
Before
they
reach
me,
I'll
be
damned
if
I
don't
shoot
one
in
its
bald
head.
Fuck
what
we're
force
fed.
All
I
ever
wanted
Was
a
warm
bed
and
a
house
that
wasn't
haunted.
I'd
rather
die
for
a
cause
than
to
die
just
because
We
exhaust
natural
resources
forced
into
wars,
Restoring
wasteful
ways,
keeping
other
countries
poor.
"Monkey
see,
Monkey
do"
I
wonder
what
those
fucking
monkeys
saw.
Keep
rethinking
the
still-frames
in
your
mind,
And
guarantee
they
will
change
with
time.
Your
outline
is
pixelated
with
poor
resolution
while
Downtime
is
simply
wasted.
You
were
born
execution
style.
Head
first
in
a
trial.
I'll
second
the
motion
'Til
the
jury's
bored
to
death
and
puts
your
neck
in
a
notion.
The
situation's
volatile.
A
naked
problem
child
Is
trying
to
find
the
right
clown
costume
to
make
his
father
smile
So
he
bombs
while
he
tries
to
tell
jokes.
This
ain't
a
false
alarm,
can't
you
smell
the
smoke?
You're
in
the
line
of
fire
where
they
buy
and
sell
votes.
Our
sense
of
liberty
doesn't
ring
true,
stupid,
that's
why
the
bell
broke.
Trench
coat
Mafiosos
propel
rocks
At
recruitment
officers
and
rebel
against
cops
'Til
they
hurdle
infinite
circles
in
small
cell
blocks.
Turtle
upon
turtle
'til
they're
all
shell
shocked.
This
so-called
president
got
elected
in
a
court
room.
With
the
war
efforts
of
pops
he
inherited
a
fortune.
We
"talk,
talk,
talk..."
so
the
veterans
of
war
assume
The
revolution
stopped.
This
ain't
a
protest
tune.
"Hey,
Bobby...
the
Masters
are
back.
They're
up
to
no
good
just
like
the
old
days.
They
played
dead
when
you
stood
over
their
grave,
Bobby.
They
played
dead
when
you
stood
over
their
grave.
"Hey,
Bobby...
them
bastards
are
back.
It's
our
turn
to
stand
over
their
grave.
I'm
a
do
it
right
this
time...
I'm
awake...
I'm
a
wait
until
their
fuckin'
skin
decays."
You
can't
roam
a
lost
land
as
the
last
existing
dinosaur.
There's
no
escaping
ass
kickings
in
these
times
of
war,
Replacing
apples
with
hospitals...
where
doctors
are
hostile,
Killing
two
pterodactyls
with
one
fossil.
I
got
you.
If
they
don't
fall
dead
Before
they
reach
me,
I'll
be
damned
if
I
don't
shoot
one
in
it's
bald
head.
Fuck
what
we're
force
fed.
All
I
ever
wanted,
Was
a
warm
bed...
and
house
that
wasn't
haunted.
Thumb
through
novels
to
have
your
fingerprints
match,
The
description
of
criminals
committing
innocent
acts
Of
compassion
for
tired
civilians
crawling
with
pistols,
While
we
fire
million
dollar
warning
missals.
Force
the
issues
in
the
back
of
your
head
where
eyes
roll.
Brain
wash
yourself
out
of
that
mind
control.
Or
act
a
fool
like
you're
told.
But
we
won't
see
no
type
of
justice
'til
that
bitch
removes
the
blindfold.
This
ain't
a
"Love
it
or
leave
it,"
it's
a
"Change
it
or
lose
it."
I'll
never
sing
the
anthem
of
a
nation
who
never
faces
the
music,
Chasing
an
ever-elusive
caveman
In
space
ships
that
makes
trips
to
the
futures
that
are
name-brand.
Faking
progress...
but
we
ain't
advanced
Enough
to
change
the
posture
of
our
ape
stance?
They've
got
the
key
to
the
city
but
they
prefer
the
break-in
entry.
Duck
and
weave,
I'm
shedding
light
in
their
shadow
box
to
make
it
empty.
"Hey,
Bobby...
the
Masters
are
back.
They're
up
to
no
good
just
like
the
old
days.
They
played
dead
when
you
stood
over
their
grave,
Bobby.
They
played
dead
when
you
stood
over
their
grave.
"Hey,
Bobby...
them
bastards
are
back.
It's
our
turn
to
stand
over
their
grave.
I'm
a
do
it
right
this
time...
I'm
awake...
I'm
a
wait
until
their
fuckin'
skin
decays."
Attack
of
the
eagles.
If
they
don't
fall
dead
Before
they
reach
me,
I'll
be
damned
if
I
don't
shoot
one
in
its
bald
head.
Fuck
what
we're
force
fed.
All
I
ever
wanted
Was
a
warm
bed...
There's
nothing
scarier
than
the
human
stories
I
tell
ghosts,
Chilling
accounts
with
my
tongue
frozen
to
bed
posts.
The
catharses
of
carcasses
whenever
threats
are
close,
Shows
a
heartlessness
that
doesn't
register
on
stethoscopes.
Sell
your
hopes
for
a
homeland
security
chart,
'Til
your
sense
of
self
is
broke
and
no
man's
pure
in
the
heart.
Preventive
detention
for
the
folks
who
never
left
home.
Tensions
have
grown
into
a
24/7
red
zone.
Scare
tactics...
have
got
you
under
control,
The
fear
factors
of
a
color
code.
The
uppers
know
They
can't
hold
you
down
without
having
anchors
attached.
"It's
all
the
same."
Nah,
balls
and
chains
on
ankles
don't
match.
So
drag
your
torso
back
to
the
off
road.
We
may
have
lost
the
fashion
battle
but
we
ain't
lost
the
wardrobe.
Go
window
shopping
for
your
next
free
meal,
Cuz
when
we
start
the
revolution
all
you'll
probably
do
is
steal.
"Hey,
Bobby...
the
Masters
are
back.
They're
up
to
no
good
just
like
the
old
days.
They
played
dead
when
you
stood
over
their
grave,
Bobby.
They
played
dead
when
you
stood
over
their
grave.
"Hey,
Bobby...
them
bastards
are
back.
It's
our
turn
to
stand
over
their
grave.
I'm
a
do
it
right
this
time...
I'm
awake...
I'm
a
wait
until
their
fucking
skin
decays."
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