Hey Bobby lyrics

Artist  : Sage Francis 
Song : Hey Bobby



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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."