School Shooter

I'm fine

Why are you asking?

My head is filled with slime

And grime

My brain is filled with sludge

And drugs

That boy's dressed like a school shooter

When he walks down the hallway

That boy's dressed like a school shooter

That's what they always say

It's wrong

To point at people and make fun

You should ask how they feel

You can blame

My computer games

But you know it's just the human race

That boy's dressed like a school shooter

When he walks down the hallway

That boy's dressed like a school shooter

That's what they always say

Shoot, shoot

At you

Shoot, shoot

At you

Shoot, shoot

At you

Shoot, shoot

At you