Propane pipe bombs Flash like Nikons Young dead suicidal superstar icon I make them nervous like the image of me lurkin' In the halls with the weapon, only purpose is to murder Now you didn't mean it You tell me you were kiddin' Read the plans in my notebook And see why I did it Two hours for the cops come In, now it's locked down Everybody runnin' like some fiends when the cops round Smokin' in my trench coat Waitin' for my next go Water comin' down from the sprinklers on my neck froze Let's go, next door Then the cafeteria My mind is in a trance, my ears are locked out, I'm not hearin' ya I'm feelin' somethin' like Eric But I'm lookin' just like Dylan Just another white trash kid with his mind battled All he ever wanted to do was kill him These boys act tough till their ribs erupt Leave ya body in the library next to ya favorite book (what)
I don't like you (you) I don't like you (you) I'll give you to the count of ten For you to start running again We just could've been friends But you decided to hurt me Decided to hurt me (x8)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
