School Shooter

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
You should 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