Does anyone remember Tony?

He was a quiet boy, a little overweight, 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 homeroom

For the morning attendance

And the pledge allegiance to the gloom

Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?

I think I might do a little dying today

He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him

Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

I hated every day of high school

It's funny, I guess that you did too

Funny how I never knew

And 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

I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you

Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?

I think I might do a little dying today

He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him

Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?

I think I might do a little dying today

He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring 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

Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?