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(Congratulations, you won)
Propane, pipe bomb, flashlight,
Young, dead, suicidal, superstar, icon
I make them nervous like the image of me lurking in the halls with the weapon
Only purpose is to murder
Now you didn't mean it
You tell me you were kidding
Read the plans in my notebook and see why I did it
Two hours before the cops come in
Now it's lock down
Everybody running like some fiends when the cops round
Smoking in my trench coat
Waiting for my next go
Water coming down from the sprinklers so my neck froze
Let's go, next stop
In the cafeteria
Yeah, my minds up in a trans my ears are locked I am not hearing you
I'm feeling something like Eric
But I'm looking just like Dylan
Just another white trash kid
With a smile on him
All he ever wanted to do was kill 'em
These boys their tough 'till
They really see rough
Leave your body in the library next your favorite book
Singing:
I don't like you
I don't like 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
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me