Columbine High Blues

I got the blues – the Columbine High blues
Popular kids scorn me – guess I wear the wrong shoes

Now I wear a black coat – I’m different it shows
I’m lost in my own world – my hate it sure grows

I’m thinking of a plan – my revenge on mankind
To go out with a bang – leave a lot of corpses behind

I fetch me some guns – some bombs I assemble
All the kids who hate me – soon they’ll all tremble

Once more I’m off to school – but I won’t learn a thing
I’m shooting at will – my bullets they do sing

Jocks and christians fall – wounded victims I chase
Until I take my own life – I have made my case

It must have been my music – or those computer games
But what about my rearing – yet my parents no one blames