TheCafeteria - BONES

Propane, pipe bomb, flashlight,

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 before the cops come in

Now it’s lock 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 so my neck froze

Let’s go, next stop

In the cafeteria

Yeah, my minds up in a trans my ears are locked I am not hearing you

I’m feeling something like Eric

But I’m looking just like Dylan

Just another white trash kid

With a smile on him

All he ever wanted to do was kill 'em

These boys their tough 'till

They really see rough

Leave your body in the library next your favorite book

Singing:

I don’t like you

I don’t like 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