Happy Death Day

Happy anniversary, schools are short of funds This is what I say, give the kids more guns All of the classes are on how to kill If you don't teach them then someone else will Happy Death-Day to Columbine... Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine Wacky-Waco Happy Death Day, babies that were burned The Wheel has turned! Happy Death-Day to you! Happy Death-Day to you! Barricades are growing in the halls Bullet holes are stitching in the walls The students are well-armed but so are the pigs This thing is gonna be big We must now attack the very children that we taught That they must never fight the fucked up wars that we had fought Someone detonates a bomb, they said that it was huge Bull dozed all the evidence and blamed it on some stooge Happy Death-Day to Columbine... Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine Wacky-Waco Happy Death Day, babies that were burned Hey look! The Wheel has turned! There's only one way to save you Rape and maim and enslave you Finish what we started I guess you could say that God farted