"The Anatomy Of A School Shooting" lyrics

"The Anatomy Of A School Shooting"

The anatomy of a school shooting, shotgun under my trench coat
Columbiners did it, dead spoke, blood-red soaked
My mind consumed with Doom as I walk through the school
Fifteen people killed and over fourteen wounded
My name is Eric Harris, I was forever harassed, an outcast
You fucked with us and now me and Dylan is pulling out gats
I've been wanting to murder people
Suicide is played out, if you gonna die, take people with you
We've been planning this before the kids from Jonesboro did it
And I wanted the world to know when people died that we did it
I even killed myself, but don't feel sorry for me
Feel sorry for your seeds who spread the disease
Another bloodbath coming soon to a school near you
Small-town killing-spree that's organized by the youth
Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth
Dragging my name through the mud when televising the news
A bunch of ticking timebombs y'all, there's more like me
Overflowing with hate and bullied to get raw like me
They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
You'd probably get your head blown up by a kid like me
I put my mind to it and what I accomplished is frightening
The right thing, no matter what you idiots might think
Check it, I did that shit so idiots might think
This ain't a game, that nerd that you be fucking with might flip!

It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrists?
Kill that teacher that you hate, spray twenty-five kids
You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
This is the anatomy of a school shooting (School shooting)
It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrists?
Kill that teacher that you hate, spray twenty-five kids
You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
This is the anatomy of a school shooting (School shooting)

I see dead people, it isn't my fault that they were evil
Fuck a favorite, I hate everybody equal
Bitch I warned y'all, didn't I?
Now everybody wanna talk shit and cry asking why
Two geeks picked up guns and turned murderous
All of y'all are beneath me, you don't deserve to live
Two nerdy kids, is that a crime?
Why do I have to be one of the cool kids just to walk by
Without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked
Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit
The teachers let it happen
I've even seen some of them teachers laughing
That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blasting
I wasn't crazy, all of y'all were sick
I was the nicest person in the world, y'all were dicks
Don't even try to analyze me now, you had your chance back then
Maybe you could've been my friend

It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrists?
Kill that teacher that you hate, spray twenty-five kids
You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
This is the anatomy of a school shooting (School shooting)
It's like this, what's more fun than sliced wrists?
Kill that teacher that you hate, spray twenty-five kids
You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
This is the anatomy of a school shooting (School shooting)


Writer(s): William Braunstein
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