The Death of Bob

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Musik und Text: Mark, 2018. Akustik.

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Slowly, it came to me.
I was dead
Lying still

Breathing no more
Lying still on the floor

The cat wanted nothing to do with me
Unsure of who I was
I smelled a little ripe
A little too rich for
Her blood

Some guys came in
To collect me
Put me in a black
Plastic Bag

Took me for a ride with red flashing lights
I can honestly say I didn’t enjoy that ride

A doctor
With fat hands
Reached deep down inside of me

To discover why I had died
For everything was gone inside
My heart was broke
She left it

At the train station…