| Teacher, teacher can’t tell me nothing
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| Only word I learned was dysfunction
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| Ahh, yeah, ah
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| Mom and daddy, you just don’t get it
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| All the kids at school say I’m different
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| Ahh, yeah, ah
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| Johnny’s got a loaded .45
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| Found it in his dad’s shoebox
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| Johnny doesn’t wanna be alive
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| But he’s gotta make his school stop
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| He’s, sick of being bullied, his mother’s starting to worry
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| But she doesn’t want to ask him or try to call the authorities
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| Now he is on the bus, again it’s just another morning
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| But he doesn’t got a book, he’s got a gun without a warning
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| (He's gotta gun!)
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| Cindy’s got a scholarship to Yale (Yale)
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| Wants to be a nurse and spread love (Help people)
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| Cindy’s moving out before the fall
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| Only got a week 'til school’s done
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| Taking every final is easy, she doesn’t mind 'em
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| She’s always nice to the kids that are coming in way behind her
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| She would never hurt a fly or bat an eye, she’s way too kind
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| But then a flash and then a cry and sees Johnny with a rifle
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| Teacher, teacher can’t tell me nothing
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| Only word I learned was dysfunction
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| Ahh, yeah, ah
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| Mom and daddy, you just don’t get it
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| All the kids at school say I’m different
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| Ahh, yeah, ah
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| Johnny sees Cindy in the hall (Get the fuck--)
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| Runs to go and get her by the hair (Come here bitch)
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| Cindy didn’t want to be involved (Not me please!)
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| Johnny says «Stay the fuck here» (Stay the fuck here)
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| Starts to hear sirens and everybody is crying
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| The police are outside and now Cindy’s inside a closet (Police!)
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| And she doesn’t want to die, she’s got a bible in her pocket
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| But where the fuck is God when the world’s getting way too violent?
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| Eyes, closed
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| Praying for her life while the shots, go
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| Screaming for the cops but they’re not, close
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| She’s not writing letters, but where’s John Doe?
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| He’s right here
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| Grabs Cindy by her bright white hair (Come here)
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| Says to be quiet or your life ends here
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| But the door breaks down and now John gets scared
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| So he puts the gun to her head, life ain’t fair
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| «Let me tell you about my life quick, I’m the fuckin' shy kid
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| At the party I’m the kid that never got invited
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| I’m the one that failed every test, every problem
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| It’s not fucking fair you’re in Yale for your college
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| Goddamn my mom can’t stand she’s drunk
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| Pop xans, I can’t stand feeling numb
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| Stop moving Cindy! |
| You squeal too much!»
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| «Pop» goes the gun, another school shot at
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| Teacher, teacher can’t tell me nothing
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| Only word I learned was dysfunction
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| Ahh, yeah, ah
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| Mom and daddy, you just don’t get it
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| All the kids at school say I’m different
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| Ahh, yeah, ah
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| Reporting live from high school
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| We’re now learning more about the terrible event that took place
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| And what can drive someone that seemed like a normal kid
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| To do something so evil and inhumane
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| We’re asking everyone and anyone that sees warning signs
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| To please offer help and love and compassion
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| To those who need it
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| Together we can make a difference |