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