Tony

Does anyone remember Tony? He was a quiet boy, a little overweight, 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 homeroom For the morning attendance And the pledge allegiance to the gloom Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying? I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away I hated every day of high school It's funny, I guess that you did too Funny how I never knew And 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 I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying? I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying? I think I might do a little dying today He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring 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 Pulled out a gun and blew himself away Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?