Here Comes Bobby

Bobby has his pistol and Bobby has his knife,
Now he's driving in his car because tonight he'll take a life.

He drove down to the tavern and drank three shots of rye,
Now the stereo is screaming and there's fire in his eyes.
The sweat is running down his face, knuckles white upon the wheel,
Only one thing is on his mind..."Do it Bobby...kill!"
The rage is boiling in his head, the hate burns in his soul,
He looks over at his .45---he's about to lose control.

Bobby has his pistol and Bobby has his knife,
Now he's driving in his car because tonight he'll take a life.

He rolls down the window and lights a cigarette,
"They think they got the best of me but they ain't seen nothin' yet."
He feels the liquor river burning hot within his veins,
His mind is buzzed and sickened by the haunting of both their names.
He turns off the headlights and steps out of the car,
He knows exactly where he's going...he knows exactly where they are.

Bobby has his pistol and Bobby has his knife,
Now he's standing beside his car because tonight he'll take a life.

He sees them in the window, strange hands running through her hair,
He grips the pistol in his hand, "She swore to me she'd always care."
He walks in through the building's door and makes his way on up the stairs
And stops in front of the apartment door, the smell of lust thick in the air.
He locks the knife blade open and pulls the pistol's hammer with a click,
His stomach ties into a thousand knots as he tries to not get sick.

Bobby has his pistol and Bobby has his knife,
Now he stands before a stranger's door because tonight he'll take a life.

The tremble finally leaves his body and he kicks the door open wide,
Revealing the woman he loved so much and her new lover side by side.
He raises up the pistol and makes a steady aim,
Every thumping of his heart magnifying his pain.
But in one final moment his intentions drastically change,
And he thrusts the knife in his sickened belly and puts a bullet in his own brain...

...Bobby has his pistol and Bobby has his knife,
Now he lays dead upon the floor because tonight he took his life.