Bobby was a man, he belonged to an old clan
He had a sword with a handle made of silver
He was no knight, he just couldn't really fight
All he wanted was to stand in that magic light
His real aim, who's to blame
Was to dance on a star
Like a flame, with no shame
He would fly so far
Once he touched a ray, but he lost it right away
It left a hole in his chest and he felt empty
He was aware of the risk but he didn't care
So he chased the light again
It made another hole
His real aim, who's to blame
Was to dance on a star
Like a flame, with no shame
He would fly so far
His real aim, it's not a game
Was to ride on the moon
Like a flame, with no shame
He would escape the gloom
Life is a who*e, there's no Bobby anymore
He was more hole than his body so he disappeared
His only legacy was his sword addressed to me
Which I don't know, what to do with
His real aim, who's to blame
Was to dance on a star
Like a flame, with no shame
He would fly so far
His real aim, it's not a game
Was to ride on the moon
Like a flame, with no shame
He would escape the gloom