Does anyone remember Tony?

He was a quiet boy a littel 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 whats so good about dying, dying

Hey Tony whats 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...