"You know, in school everyone does their very best to learn good habits. So we're going to try to do the very same thing, as we sing..."

All star quarterback, varsity letter, I drive a Jetta

A popular kid, my parents give me all my cheddar

Plus I date Heather, the flyest girl in our school

I got a very large house, with an in-ground pool

I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich

Pompous and arrogant, makin' fun of nerd cliques

You motherfuckin' freaks and geeks are all dumb

With ya painted white face, and pierced nose and tongue

I pass my classes with ease and get a "A"

Cheatin', 'cause if I don't pass, I don't play

I'll shove you in ya lockers and I'll get in ya face

Put you in ya place, 'cause you fuckin' nerds are a waste of air

Black clothes, blank stare, dyed hair

You could die tomorrow and nobody would care

I'll knock you on the ground when all the halls are crowded

But you're just a wimp, whatchu gonna do about it?

No more homework, no more books

No more teachers dirty looks

No more detentions no more "F's"

No breath inside your chest

No more homework, no more books

No more teachers dirty looks

No unpopular, no more cool

No more... school

Four years of high school, I can't believe it's here

My senior year, waiting for the crowd to cheer

At graduation, I haven't decided my occupation

But my major in college is gonna be communications

I'm nice to everybody at school, whether cool, or uncool

I'm neutral an outstanding pupil, like my teachers say

I never missed a single day

Always on the honor roll, never less than an "A"

I help jocks with their grades, even that jerk Jeff

Who's an ass, but never would of passed class with an "F"

Kids he picks on are smaller then him, and smarter than him

Never larger or taller than him

But this one kid named Jay, that Jeff calls gay

And beats up, doesn't look very normal today

So I give a little smile and he gives one back

Then he walks by and reaches into his knapsack

I feel like I wanna run, but my whole body's stunned

I can't believe it, but Jay's got a... (huh!)

No more homework, no more books

No more teachers dirty looks

No more detentions no more "F's"

No breath inside your chest

No more homework, no more books

No more teachers dirty looks

No unpopular, no more cool

No more... school

My name is Jason, a real big fan of death

I sit home thinkin' of Jeff and I take a deep breath

How I'd love to fire 30 slugs into his chest, till nothin' is left

I'm always frustrated with stress, I want respect

Back when I was 6, I'd dissect insects and spray house pets with Windex

I'm Beelzebub on drugs, the intellect of a David Berkowitz roamin' on the internet

I'm sick of gettin' pushed around and bein' clowned

When I'm the most powerful evil being in town

I wake up at 5:30 and stare into space

Walk into my parents room and shoot 'em both in the face

Take a shower get dressed load my weapon for school

Walk through the hall, step over the large blood pool

On the bus with a semi-automatic in my knapsack

Smile on my face, as I sit in the back

Then I step into the buildin' and I almost feel invincible

Wave to the nurse, say hi to the principal

Walk to to my locker, everything seems slow

Then I see Jeff... and here we go

Weapons out the bag, people stop speakin', girls shriekin'

I start shootin' rounds till Jeff's chest is bleedin'

His head explodes then I start to reload

Nobody can hurt me now 'cause I'm in murder mode

Fire at everybody that's directly in my sight

But layin' on the ground is somebody that I like

This girl who I've known who's always nice and talks to me

Crawls to me, coughin' up blood and awkwardly

Whispers two words right before her head drops

She opened her mouth and said, "Please, stop"

I could never begin to describe the way I felt

I dropped to my knees, turned the gun on myself

And pulled the trigger

"You know, in school everyone does their very best to learn good habits..."