TheCafeteria

Propane pipe bombs Flash like Nikons Young dead suicidal superstar icon I make them nervous like the image of me lurkin In the halls with the weapon only purpose is to murder Now you didn't mean it You tell me you were kiddin Read the plans in my notebook and see why i did it Two hours for the cops come In, now its locked down Everybody runnin like some fiends when the cops round Smokin in my trench coat Waitin for my next go Water comin down from the sprinklers on my neck froze Lets go, next door Then the cafeteria My mind is in a trance my ears are locked out i am not hearin ya I'm feelin somethin like Eric But im lookin just like Dylan Just another white trash kid with his mind battled All he ever wanted to do was kill him These boys boys act tough till they ribs erupt Leave ya body in the library next to ya favorite book What I don't like you (you) I don't like you (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 (x8)