TheCafeteria - Intellectual

[Intro]

Congratulations! You won

Propane, pipe bombs

Flash like Nikons

Young dead suicidal superstar icon

I make them nervous, like the image of me lurkin'

In the halls with the weapon, only purpose is to murder

And now you didn't mean it

You tell me you were kiddin'

Read the plans in my notebook and see why I did it

Two hours 'fore the cops come

Yeah, now it's locked down

Everybody runnin' like some fiends when the cops 'round

Smokin' in my trench coat

Waitin' for my next go

Water comin' down from the sprinklers on my neck froze

Let's go, next 'doe

Then the cafeteria

My mind is in a trance, my ears are locked out, I am not hearin' ya

I'm feelin' somethin' like Eric

But I'm lookin' just like Dylan

Just another white trash kid with his mind battled

All he ever wanted to do was kill 'em

These boys act tough 'til they ribs erupt

Leave ya body in the library next to ya favorite book, boy

What

I don't like you (You)

I'll give you to the count of ten

For you to start running again

We just could've been friends

But you decided to hurt me

Decided to hurt me