Lyrics
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
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
"I don't care what you say; if you ever touch him again, I will freakin' kill you"
"I'm gonna pull out the goddamn shotgun and blow your damn head off"
"Do you understand? You little worthless piece of crap!"
Gunslinger, black duster, delusions of a western
He wears his hat on backwards, sets fire to his locker
He's gonna fight the good fight, the noble war
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
I'll bet you've never seen the smile
Of a Savage-Springfield 67H
With his blurry face and cracked voice
Gone through VHS tapes
"Then you get guts all over the place, then somebody's gonna have to clean it up and the janitors get mad"
"Uh, I think we'll just use my A.E.B-10 machine pistol on him, probably"
"Maybe the rocket launcher"
Yeah, my baby has a baby, but it's not me
