Teacher, teacher can’t tell me nothing Only word I learned was dysfunction Ahh, yeah, ahh Mom and daddy, you just don’t get it All the kids at school say I’m different Ahh, yeah, ahh
Johnny’s got a loaded .45 Found it in his dad’s shoebox Johnny doesn’t want to be alive But he’s gotta make his school stop
He’s sick of being bullied, his mother’s starting to worry But she doesn’t want to ask him or try to call the authorities Now he is on the bus, to him it’s just another morning But he doesn’t got a book, he’s got a gun without a warning
Cindy’s got a scholarship to Yale Wants to be a nurse and spread love Cindy’s moving out before the fall Only got a week til’ school’s done
Taking every final of the season, she doesn’t mind ‘em She’s always nice to the kids that are coming away behind her She would never hurt a fly or bat an eye, she’s way too kind But then a flash and then a cry and sees Johnny with a rifle
Teacher, teacher can’t tell me nothing Only word I learned was dysfunction Ahh, yeah, ahh Mom and daddy, you just don’t get it All the kids at school say I’m different Ahh, yeah, ahh
Johnny sees Cindy in the hall Runs to go and get her by the hair Cindy didn’t want to be involved Johnny says “Stay the fuck here” Starts to hear sirens and everybody is crying The police are outside and now Cindy’s inside a closet And she doesn’t want to die, she’s got a Bible in her pocket But where the fuck is God when the world’s getting way too violent?
Eyes closed Praying for her life while the shots go Screaming for the cops but they’re not close She’s not writing letters but where’s John Doe? He’s right here Grabs Cindy by her bright white hair Says to “be quiet or your life ends here” But the door breaks down and now John gets scared So he puts the gun to her head Life ain’t fair “Let me tell you about my life quick I’m the fuckin’ shy kid At the party I’m the kid that never got invited I’m the one that failed every test, every problem It’s not fucking fair you’re in Yale for your college! Goddamn my mom, can’t stand she’s drunk Pop xans, I can’t stand feeling numb Stop moving, Cindy! You squeal too much!” Pop goes the gun, another school shot up
Teacher, teacher can’t tell me nothing Only word I learned was dysfunction Ahh, yeah, ahh Mom and daddy, you just don’t get it All the kids at school say I’m different Ahh, yeah, ahh
Reporting live from *** high school We’re now learning more about the terrible events that took place And what can drive someone that seemed like a normal kid To do something so evil and inhumane We’re asking everyone and anyone that sees warning signs To please offer help and love and compassion to those who need it Together we can make a differenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
