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 what's so good about dying, dying   Hey tony what's 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...