I hear him screaming like late night white trash TV stations Black combat boots pacing in through the school building He's gonna fight the good fight, the noble war Yeah my baby has a baby but it's not me It's an AK47 semi-automatic gun and He loves her more than he loves me Gunslinger, black duster, delusions of a western He wears his hat on backwards, sets fire to his locker I'll bet you've never seen the smile of savage-springfield 67 With his blurry face and cracked voice gone through VHS tapes