Johnny went to class that day a chip on his shoulder
Word was out and about that his woman went astray
Johnny packed a .45 slammed a slug like a boulder
At precisely 10:45 AM, the bitch would have to pay
Johnny walked into her class, knowin’ she was goin’ to die
Jenny looked surprised, it was usually lunch instead
Johnny aimed his piece right between her hazel eyes
He dropped her, she dropped her pencil, both were filled with lead
The class started screamin’ and Johnny kinda freaked
Started shootin’ everything that came into sight
He made a lot of holes, and most of them leaked
And one hundred miles away a legislator talked of rights
The other students were “lucky” that someone else was packin’
Only twelve classmates were shot, two were paralyzed
Spent casings in a classroom spells civility is crackin’
A regression not progression many can’t realize
The survivors live a nightmare that can’t be forgotten
Every day, every where they stand a kind of guard
The press and the public said that Johnny was just rotten
And the scars from that day will heal ever hard
Well, they buried Johnny’s lady on the tenth of December
Johnny sits in a cell where his life will end some day
And the state Senator, hell, the man cannot remember
The lines that he spoke in his tragic one act play
A young woman dead whose life had scant begun
A young man growing old in the shadow of a gun
Guns on College campuses? Has our country gone insane?
The answer lies with a daughter, with a bullet in her brain
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