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(transcribed from an acoustic performance at Calvin College on 4-14-00)
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anyD/Gone C/Gremember ToGny . . . . . . . . etc.
D/GDoes anyoneC/G remember GTony?
He was a D/Gquiet boy, a little C/Goverweight, he had Gbreasts like a girl
D/GWhen I wasn't too C/Gbusy feeling Glonely
D/GI'd stare over his C/GshoulderG at a map of the D/Gworld C/G G
He always D/Gfinished all his C/Ghomework G
D/GRaised his hand in C/Ghomeroom G
D/GFor the morningC/G attendance G
And to D/Gpledge allegiance C/Gto the gloom G
EmHey ToDny, what's so Cgood about Gdying
I Emthink I might Ddo a littleC dying toGday
EmLooked in the Dmirror saw that Clittle faggot Gstaring back at him
EmPulled out a Dgun and Cblew himself aGway
I hated every day of high school
Funny, I guess you did too
Funny how I never knew
There I was sitting right behind you
They wrote it in the local rag
Death comes to the local fag
I guess you finally stopped believing that any hope would ever find you
I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying?
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun, and blew himself away
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