I'm fine
Why are you asking
My head
Is filled with slime and grime
My brain
Is filled with sludge and drugs
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
When he walks down the hallway
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
That's what they always say
It's wrong
To point at people
And make fun
Ask how they feel
You can blame
My computer games
But you know it's just
The human race
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
When he walks down the hallway
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
That's what they always say
Shoot, shoot
At you
Shoot, shoot
At you
Shoot, shoot
At you
Shoot, shoot
At you
