| Intro cuts: You know, in school.
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| Everyone tries their very best to learn good habits
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| So we’re going to try to do the very same thing
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| As we sing.
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| Verse 1 (character: Jeff)
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| All star quarterback, varsity letter, I drive a Jetta
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| A popular kid, my parents give me all my cheddar
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| Plus I date Heather, the flyest girl in our school
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| I got a very large house, with an inground pool
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| I rock Polo and Abercrombie &Fitch, I’m rich
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| Pompous and arrogant, makin’fun of nerd clicks
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| You motherfuckin’freaks and geeks are dumb
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| With ya painted white face, and pierced nose and tongue
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| I pass my classes with ease and get an A Cheatin. |
| cuz if I don’t pass, I don’t play
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| I’ll shove you in ya locker and I’ll get in ya face
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| Put you in ya place, cuz you fuckin nerds are a waste of air
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| Black clothes, blank stare, died hair
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| You could die tommorow and nobody would care
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| I’ll push on the floor when all the halls are crowded
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| But you’re just a wimp, whatcha gonna do about it?
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| No more homework, no more books
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| No more teachers dirty looks
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| No more detentions no more F’s
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| No breath inside your chest.
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| No more homework, no more books
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| No more teachers dirty looks
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| No unpopular, no more cool
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| No more. |
| school
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| Verse 2 (character: girl)
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| Four years of high school, I can’t believe its here
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| My senior year, waitin for the crowd to cheer, at graduation
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| I haven’t decided my occupation, but my major in college is gonna be communications
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| I’m nice to everybody in school, whether cool, or uncool. |
| I’m neutral
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| An outstanding pupil like my teachers say
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| I never missed a single day
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| Always on the honor roll, never less than an A I help jocks with their grades, even that jerk Jeff
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| Who’s an ass, but never woulda passed class with an F Kids he picks on are smarter then him, and smaller than him
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| Never larger or taller than him
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| But this one kid, named Jay.
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| That jeff calls gay, and beats up, doesn’t look very normal today
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| So I give a little smile and he gives one back
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| Then he walks by and reaches into his napsack
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| I feel like I wanna run, but my whole body’s stunned
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| I can’t believe it, but Jay’s got a.
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| Verse 3 (character: Jay)
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| My name is Jason, a real big fan of death
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| I sit back thinkin’of Jeff and I take a deep breath
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| How’d I’d love to fire 30 slugs into his chest, till nothin’is left
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| I’m always frustrated with stress, I want respect
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| Back when I was 6 I’d dissect insects, and spray house pets with Windex
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| I’m Beelzebub on drugs
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| The intellect of a David Berkowitz, roamin’on the internet
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| I’m sick of gettin pushed around bein’clowned
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| When I’m the most powerful evil being in town
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| I wake up at 5:30 and stare into space
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| Walk into my parents room and shoot 'em both in the face
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| Take a shower get dressed load my weapon for school
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| Walk thru the hall, step over the large blood pool
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| On the bus with a semi-automatic in knapsack
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| Smile on my face, as I sit in the back
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| Then I step into the building and I almost feel invincible
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| Wave to the nurse, say hi to the principal
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| Walk to to my locker, everything seems slow
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| Then I Jeff. |
| and here we go Weapons out the bag, people stop speakin', girls shreikin'
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| I start shootin’rounds till Jeff’s chest is bleedin'
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| His head explodes then I start to reload
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| Nobody can hurt me now. |
| cuz I’m in murder mode
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| Fire at everybody that’s directly in my sight
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| But layin’on the ground on the somebody is I like
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| This girl who I’ve known who’s always nice and talks to me Crawls to me, coughin’up blood and awkwardly
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| Whispers two words right before her head drops
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| She opened her mouth and said. |
| please. |
| stop
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| I could never begin to describe the way I felt
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| I dropped to my knees, turned the gun on myself
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| And pulled the trigger.
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| Outro cuts: You know, in school. |