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I smoke a wet sack and snort a big fat line
I put a bullet in every last friend of mine
I grab my gun and run away
I'll kill as many people as I feel like today

A hundred little bloody pools
That I've created in my school

With a little help we can erase the days
Of safely walking through the hallways

And we'll tell them when they ask us:
"We use our friends as target practice
But we're going for the principal and teachers
Our local pigs, politicians, and preachers

I didn't ask to be born, this life's not free
It'll take more than the son of some god to save me"

Gangs and prisons and airplanes and tanks
Just somebody, somewhere, kill someone. Thanks.