Mr. Peterson

So I went to school one morning
In my science class
And you know who I saw there?
Mr. Peterson
And you know he told me?
I couldn't wear yellow!

Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!

Come on Mr. Peterson
What you gonna do?
The money's on the table
And your daughter is too
Running around crazy while you're tryna find me
You gotta better chance finding STD
Moshing in the lunch room
Gonna start a riot
Moshing in the library
Please keep quiet
Hunting Mr. Peterson, if things go south
I'm brandishing a shotgun to take myself out

Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!

I stepped into the office
And then he wasn't there
After all these accusations
These thoughts I couldn't bare
I told him twice to stop it
But he didn't care
So I grabbed Mr. Peterson
And threw him down the stairs

Punch the air!
Fuck the sky!
Punch the death!
Make me cry!

Punch the air!
Fuck the sky!
Punch the death!
Make me cry!

Mr. Peterson!

The tables are turning
The cards are set
No hope for Mr. Peterson
No not yet
The note is on the paper
They want my head
Fuck Mr. Peterson
Until he's dead
Walking down the hallway just to kick the floor
Kick Mr. Peterson a thousand times more
Mothers are worried
The children aren't safe
Walking my dog
Just decided my fate

Fuck!
What the fuck?
Fuck!

Fuck!!!