Letras
I'm fine, why are you asking?
My head is filled with slime and grime
My brain is filled with sketch and drags
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
And he walks down the hallway
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
That's what they always say
It's wrong to point at people they
Thought you should ask how they feel
You can blame my computer games, but you know it's just the human race
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
And he walks down the hallway
That boy's dressed like a school shooter
That's what they always say
School shooter, ooh, ooh
School shooter, ooh, ooh
Shooter, ooh, ooh
Shooter, ooh, ooh
