“Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window/And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats/Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes/Two kids, sixteen with M-16’s and ten clips each/And them sh*ts reach through six kids each/And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint’s speech to fix these streets?/F*ck that!/You faggots can vanish to volcanic ash/And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match” from “Remember Me?”
Just some more Columbine lyrics. Nothing to see here.
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