Bob

(I see what the killer sees I put myself in his head, I become the thing we fear the most) Bob was a roughhead from Penrith far out west Mullet down to his shoulders stacks of flannelettes Drove a VH Commodore black SS Work to the shit house down the track in 10 secs He would drink every night then have sex With his missus named Suzie the fat chat head Everything in life was on track back then Till his little blonde daughter grew fat as breasts Bob started noticing this bloke hanging 'round her Picking her up in his mini truck outta town to Take her around and probably making her go down to Suck him off or some shit or maybe even growl her But Bob was a prowler he had a good Idea on what was going on around her His daughter was a downer, depressed with herself But it would never amount to how much he stressed about his girl So to get his little daughter off his mind He began game hunting, buying guns all the time Shooting every single kangaroo in his sight They called him top gun, top shot for his line Then he started shooting things that weren't right They weren't legal, at least not now in '09 He'd go blind, skull a bottle of gin and start shooting at night Angry like he was losing a fight 'Till one time he came home early Walked inside and saw his little baby girly He rubbed his eyes 'cause he was drunk, they were blurry He found his daughter having sex with the bloke, bob was cursing Bob went nuts then trekked up picked his best gun Loaded it with ammo set it up for a headhunt He said "Your dead cunt Let her run from this sex dump before my Bullet covers you, smothers you in red blood" The bloke ran around the room trying to escape from the dude Bob's daughter was crying Laying in the nude His eyes were fire Trying to shoot this dude That fucked his little baby girl so rude The bloke tripped over and Bob walked up With his K9 rifle straight at his gut He pulled the trigger bang He was fucked Blood pissed out all over his boots and stuff Cops came quick investigated the scene Bob jumped in his car Accelerated to leave His daughter was distraught yelling at the police Telling them to "leave leave please please you fellas are mean" They asked her some questions The cops had it solved Old Bob was arrested Chucked in the vault He was a mess He misses his little daughter Nicole Now never to be released Not even parole I see what the killer sees, I put myself in his head I become the thing we fear the most, I become capability I become the horror But we know we can only become our heart Of darkness, it's my gift, its my curse