Drain Bamage

These are the results of a hundred electric volts

Or a thousand god dammit I lost count of the results

Point is my brains scrambled, I'm considering revolt

Grabbed the sharpest scalpel and I dissected at the skull

 

What fell out was of no surprise, a soda and a large fry

Porno magazines a sack of weed to light and get us fried

A tire iron to slap the nearest fool over the head with

A fire hydrant to douse the nearest tool who thinks they're really lit

 

Stupid I know, but thats the stuff you get

When you drive by six people and five you hit

In the songs you listen too, aint that some shit

He said dont blame Manson's but look what I did

 

And I'm, back to the subject of discussion

Suspect they'll find my gun so I'll just go and rush in

then it hit me, I'm not mad at the school

I'm mad at my self, turned the gun then I pulled