What can I do here I'm locked up in this mall My buddy flyboy is dead I'm in the rafters the biker gang's inside I'm fucked - I got the gun up to my
Brady tried to run but he go run through Taylor tried to scream but her throat was cut in two Brad tried to hide but a chainsaw found him first Kimmy
Highschool psychopath..... Way back in highschool the joks called me a geek They superbowled me 10 times a week They wedgied like a fucking curse but
See the girl with the high-tops on Leather jacket with the little pink thong She?s tearing up my heart like it was last year?s Valentine It?s the girl
She climbed up to the roof n' she looked down She pictured her body splattered all over the ground Her daddy'd done her harm, so she stuck a needle in
I want snow, and mistletoe, and presents by the tree I made a list, but all I want, is you right here with me Baby, baby - it ain't right, we're not
Whenever we're hanging around I lose all sight and sound We all tell lies but this is true I'm lobotomized 'cause of you When we go out at night Everything
I get kind of crazy when you go away I kind of lose my marbles when I don't see you for days I'm not all that stable when we're not in touch I go a little
Mall punks fuck off Mall punks fuck you! You all go to stadium shows Wear shirts of bands that you don't know Call yourself a punk you wussie You and
Tonight is the night of the living dead You better go N' buy a gun today If you really like your brains that way You better go N' get yourself a knife
I saw a flying saucer last night It fell out of the sky And crashed into my lawn These dudes were all dressed up like evil creepy clowns What the fuck
Monday, at the picture show Tuesday, fix my G.T.O. Wednesday, we're on a date Thursday, at the drive-in late Friday we're at the race Saturday we both
We got reefer madness Everybody's after us We got reefer madness Fuck you
Everybody?s got a different take why That Girl isn?t right With her low esteem and her shattered dreams, she's on the town tonight She'll try it once
We?re on a bus we?re at our desks, in the check-out lines We?re taught to chase our parent?s dreams and things will turn out fine We go to school, can
Her gunt sticks out farther than her tits do She's got craters all over her face She never cleans her hair or her underwear Her B.O. fuckin reaks up
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Tammy's a delinquent, what can she do? Her teachers don't care, and her parents sniff glue Tammy's a delinquent, what can she do? Her parents don't care