Tony

Does anyone remember tony
 A quiet boy, little over weight
 He had breasts like a girl
 When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely
 I'd stare over his shoulder
 At a map of the world
 He always finished all his homework
 Raised his hand in homerooom
 He called the morning attendance
 With the pledge alligence to the gloom
 Hey tony, what's so good about dying
 He said I think I might do a little dying today
 He looked in the mirror and saw
 A little faggot starin back at him
 Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
 I hated every day of high school
 It's funny, I guess you did too
 Its funny how I never knew
 There I was sitting right behind you
 They wrote it in the local rag
 Death comes to the local fag
 I guess you finally stopped believing
 That any hope would ever find you
 Well I know that story,
 I was sitting right behind you
 Hey tony, what's so good about dying
 He said I think I might do a little dying today
 He looked in the mirror and saw
 A little faggot starin back at him
 Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
 Hey tony what's so good about dying, dying
 Hey tony what's so good about dying, dying
 Hey tony, what's so good about dying
 He said I think I might do a little dying today
 He looked in the mirror and saw
 A little faggot starin back at him
 Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
 Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
 Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
 Tony...