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Born in the shadow of the Bethlehem mill
He wouldn’t stop crying till his Mom beat him still.
Thin arms, big ears, pie-eyed, melon head
“The poor kid is hopeless” is all his Dad said.
School days, back row, staring at the clock
Teacher holding Bobby’s ear, begging him to talk;
PTA, Monday night, she says “Bless his heart,
I’d like to teach him something but I don’t know where to start”.
Chorus:
He was a dim kid,
They all knew he would lose,
He never knew he could change it,
He never knew he could choose.
Prom night Bobby shows up in his dungarees,
Fat girl shoved his way, saying “God no, please“.
She starts to cry, someone laughs, he knocks them to the floor,
the chaperone beats him senseless, headfirst thru the door.
Gas pump, Loser watches Bobby work and sweat,
Says to Bobby “A guy like you deserves more than you get,
I’ll help you ‘cause I like you ‘cause I been there too”
He winks and says to Bobby “Here’s all you have to do”
Chorus
Friday night, closing time, hide behind the door,
Owner leaves, throws the lock, silence fills the store.
Window tap, Loser waits, slide the window wide,
Two, three, four slip in, automatics at their side.
Red lights, sirens, black and whites pull up outside,
Windows break, shots roll, cop down, time to hide.
Loser sticks a gun in Bobby’s belt, says “Listen friend,
Wait here. Mouth shut. We weren‘t here. You comprehend?”
Chorus
Shower line, twice a week, 20 years to life,
Work now, eat now, sleep now, head lice.
“We just expect one thing from you” the guards would always say,
“Do only what we tell you till the day you pass away”.
Like looking at clouds until they become
Whatever it is that you want them to be
No-one leans over to give you a hand
If they believe you belong on your knees
Chorus
© Tom Barlow 2018
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