TheCafeteria

(album: TeenWitch - 2014)

Propane pipe bombs
Flash like Nikons
Young dead suicidal superstar icon
I make them nervous like the image of me lurking
In the halls with the weapon only purpose is to murder
Now you didn't mean it
You tell me you were kidding
Read the plans in my notebook and see why I did it
Two hours 'fore the cops come
In, now it's locked down
Everybody running like some fiends when the cops round
Smoking in my trench coat
Waiting for my next go
Water coming down from the sprinklers on my neck froze
Let's go, next door
Then the cafeteria
My mind is in a trance my ears are locked out I am not hearing ya'
I'm feeling something like Eric
But I'm looking just like Dylan
Just another white trash kid with his mind battled
All he ever wanted to do was kill him
These boys act tough 'til they ribs erupt
Leave ya' body in the library next to ya favourite book
What

I don't like you (you)
I don't like you (you)
I'll give you to the count of ten
For you to start running again
We just could've been friends
But you decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me