Lo Key - High School Massacre lyrics

And the award for the most
Likely to succeed goes
To… Josh Bryard! Come on up here Josh

(thank you, thank you)

And the final award for the MESSIEST student
Goes to johnathan Crowley here Johnathan
Go sit down now

Countin bodies like sheep to the
Rhythm of the gun shots
What’s not to love about chewin blood clots?
Sittin in my own private silent sanitarium
Banging on the walls and fucking laughing
While I stare at them
I never wanted you to see me like this
I lean over top my teacher and
I give her a kiss
I couldn’t take it no more
Countin bullets in the bathroom
Kicked down the door and started
Shooting up the classroom

Never wanted anybody labeling me "Columbine"
Never wore a trench coat, never got sodomized
I’m just a kid who everybody
Wanted to fuck with
Now I’m laying next to the girl
That I’m in love with

Except she’s riddled with shrapnel
And not breathing
I can’t wait til the parents
And the cops see ‘em
I feel like I’m finally home
Amongst beautiful bloodshed and pile of bones

Hey whats up faggot? Oh you think you're
Some kinda hard ass killer or somethin?

Look I don’t want any problems OK? Please?

Shut the fuck up bitch empty your pockets
Oh you don’t have any money?
Such a fuckin pussy now walk away
Before I break your fuckin jaw

Blood slowly dries on the walls
I cried and I called but nothing resolved
And no one would help and no
One would listen to me
Now I sit with an empty
Clipped pistol with me
I remember being fucked with in the gym class
Every fucking team
Every fucking thing picked last
And all the while all the
Evil started building in me
I started to hear this fucking killer
In me whisper to me

To make it even now I’m making blood angels
And wading through the crimson from
The bodies that I mangled
Look at me you see my brains all tangled
Used and abused and my soul got strangled

Now I sit, reflect on the death
And the pain and the stress
How it left me a mess
And I claw at the walls and
I laugh at you all
With a gun to my head as they run
Down the hall to come get me

Freeze! freeze scumbag!

Get your hands up!

He’s got a gun!

Gunshots