Does anyone remember Tony A quiet boy, little over weight He had breasts like a girl When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely I'd stare over his shoulder At a map of the world He always finished all his homework Raised his hand in homerooom He called the morning attendance With the pledge alligence to the gloom
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little faggot starin back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
I hated every day of high school It's funny, I guess you did too Its funny how I never knew There I was sitting right behind you They wrote it in the local rag Death comes to the local fag I guess you finally stopped believing That any hope would ever find you Well I know that story, I was sitting right behind you
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little faggot starin back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying Hey Tony, what's so good about dying He said I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror and saw A little faggot starin back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Tony...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
