My Bully Is Dead

By Private Function

On St. Anger

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It was the least that I could do

Pay my respects to you

Cause I don't care

I see your brother sitting there

Holding back his tears

I just don't care

And maybe one day, I'll find myself feelin' kind of old

But all I know

Is my bully is dead

And his brother is crying

And I couldn't be happier

My bully is dead

And his brother is crying

And I couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

And if I listen [?] pathetic eulogy

I shook my head

I thought on back to the way you were

And the people that you hurt

And I felt good

Cause my bully is dead

And his brother is crying

And I couldn't be happier

My bully is dead

And his brother is crying

And I couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier

Couldn't be happier