Happy anniversary, schools are short of funds

This is what I say, give the kids more guns

All of the classes are on how to kill

If you don't teach them then someone else will



Happy Death-Day to Columbine...

Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine

Wacky-Waco Happy Death Day, babies that were burned

The Wheel has turned!



Happy Death-Day to you!

Happy Death-Day to you!



Barricades are growing in the halls

Bullet holes are stitching in the walls

The students are well-armed but so are the pigs

This thing is gonna be big



We must now attack the very children that we taught

That they must never fight the fucked up wars that we had fought

Someone detonates a bomb, they said that it was huge

Bull dozed all the evidence and blamed it on some stooge



Happy Death-Day to Columbine...

Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine

Wacky-Waco Happy Death Day, babies that were burned

Hey look!  The Wheel has turned!



There's only one way to save you

Rape and maim and enslave you

Finish what we started

I guess you could say that God farted