Does anyone remember Tony?
Quiet boy, little over weight
He had breasts like a girl
When I wasn't too busy feelin' 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 alligence to the gloom
Hey, Tony, what's so good about dyin'?
I think I might do a little dyin' today
He looked in the mirror
Saw that little fagot starin' back at him
Pulled out a gun, blew himself away
I hated every day of high school
It's funny, I guess you did it too
It's funny how I never knew
There I was sittin' right behind you
They wrote it in the local rag
Death comes to the local fag
I guess you finally stopped believin'
That any hope would ever find you
I know that story, I was sittin' right behind you
Hey, Tony, what's so good about dyin'?
I think I might do a little dyin' today
He looked in the mirror
Saw that little fagot starin' back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Hey, Tony, what's so good about dyin'?
I think I might do a little dyin' today
He looked in the mirror
Saw that little fagot starin' back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away, yeah
Pulled out a gun, blew himself away
Pulled out a gun, blew himself away
Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, Tony
Hey, Tony, what's so good about dyin'?
Hey, Tony, what's so good about dyin'?