DREAD DOBBS by Lost Souls, Inc.
Thanks to Phrauge Morris for the lyrics
Off of album The Hairs in "Bob's" Ears
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In his den in R'lyeh
Dread Dobbs lies smoking
In his great easy chair
Dread Dobbs lies smoking
Piss your money away
There won't be no rainy day
"Bob" will sell you all the sun
He's on line with Jehovah-1
He ain't no man
He ain't no god
I don't want to walk the path "Bob" trod
He ain't no man
He ain't no god
I don't want to walk the path "Bob" trod
At his desk in Dallas
Dread Dobbs sits smoking
Behind his mirrored windows
Dread Dobbs sits smoking
So tap your pipe
Let go the smoke
If this is slack
It ain't no joke
Praise be to "Bob"
Lift up your drink
And you will pay to know what you think
But, he ain't no man
He ain't no god
I don't want to walk the path "Bob" trod
He ain't no man
He ain't no god
I don't want to walk the path "Bob" trod
On a stage in 'Frisco
Dread Dobbs lay smoking
With eight bullets in his head man
Dread Dobbs lay smoking
Control your strings
Put them to use
"Bob" will be your best excuse
"Bob" for me and "Bob" for you
No matter what a little Dobbs will do
But, he ain't no man
He ain't no god
I don't want to walk the path "Bob" trod
He ain't no man
He ain't no god
I don't want to walk the path "Bob" trod
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