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Load Up on Guns
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Society *WARNING: THIS WORK CONTAINS MILD LANGUAGE AND CONTRAVERSIAL TOPICS. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.*
NOTE: My sympathies for those affected by the Columbine tradgedy. I am not writing this to mock, poke fun at, place the blame, or shroud anything affiliated with Columbine, I am simply opening it up to a new level of interpretation on the matter. Please accept my condolences if you or a loved one has been affected by a school shooting.*
“Load up on guns, and bring your friends”
It’s only once, just one big Sin
Pick up some knives, say Amen
Cuz it is time, for the end…
The plan’s we make, the lives we take
Oh well, who care’s, so much despair
Some troubled teens, such misery
And no one cares… no ones there
And why? For what? Poor B**tard
And why? For What? Take one in the gut…
Stock up on clips, grab the coats
You ready pal, it’s time to go
And build some bombs, why we taste
This hate, not sure, but I know the cure
Let’s take it back, all the flak
We ever took, point it back
They stole our minds, for the last time
And now we’ll kill ‘em all, no crime
And why? For What? Poor B**tard
And Why? For What? Take one in the gut…
They’ll call us thieves, blame my mom
And blame your dad, dude, how rad
Well… this is it, one last song
The last we will ever hear, time’s near…
Jump in your car, drive to school
Don’t worry dude, just act cool
An open door, ready man?
It’s time to dirty up your hands…
Walk on in, the bomb’s don’t work
No way, oh well, it’s just a quirk
Let’s pay ‘em back, for their attack
A bullet here, a bullet there… THEYRE EVERYWHERE
And why? For what? Poor B**tard
Any Why? For what? Take one in the gut…
A ricochet, a masquerade
The halls are painted, darker shade
So many killed, now we did it all and all,
We fought the law…
Well what next pal? Thirteen’s great
Maybe we should call it a day
OH S**T, please don’t, I beg you man
Don’t take me too, by your own hand…
And now, were gone, and now were done
Both lying there, life wasn’t fair
We did it all, we played it cool
We killed them all that day at school.
A pool of blood, surrounds us now
They find us dead, and dead somehow
What now my friend? What to do?
Cuz I’m dead, too, right next to you.
