Bob Bob Bob

Wildman / Marsden · Lyrics: Wildman
From the 1996 sessions · Reconstructed 2026 · A Bottle And A Suitcase

I knew a man called Bob Bob Bob who killed himself behind the walls
Of boarding houses cold and grey and slums across the USA
I owed him four pound fifty for a David Bowie LP
And I used to think that maybe he was just a little crazier than me

They found him there behind the door, his luck had run out long before
He curled up in the corner with a photo of his family
A whiskey bottle empty and some stuff that made his face go green
The broken leaves from all his books he bundled up and wrapped in polythene

Come on children gather round, can you hear the famous sound
Of everybody crying in the night
Come on children all belong, come and sing a famous song
Ten thousand people dead because they don't know how to face the morning light

Come on children gather round, can you hear the famous sound
Of everybody crying in the night
Come on children all belong, come and sing a famous song
Ten thousand people dead because they don't know how to face the morning light

I knew a man called Bob Bob Bob who killed himself behind the walls
Of boarding houses cold and grey and slums across the USA
I owed him four pound fifty for a David Bowie LP
And I used to think that maybe he was just a little crazy
And he won't get my four pound fifty