Tony



    Does anyone remember Tony
    A quiet boy, little over weight
    He had breasts like a girl
    When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely
    I'd stare over his shoulder
    At a map of the world
    He always finished all his homework
    Raised his hand in homerooom
    He called the morning attendance
    With the pledge alligence to the (gloom) ?

    Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
    He said I think I might do a little dying today
    He looked in the mirror and saw
    A little faggot starin back at him
    Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

    I hated every day of high school
    It's funny, I guess you did too
    Its 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
    Well I know that story,
    I was sitting right behind you

    Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
    He said I think I might do a little dying today
    He looked in the mirror and saw
    A little faggot starin back at him
    Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

    Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying
    Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying
    Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
    He said I think I might do a little dying today
    He looked in the mirror and saw
    A little faggot starin back at him
    Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
    Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
    Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
    Tony...

    From Flaming Red
    ©1997 One Big Love Music/Chrome Dog Music (ASCAP)

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