Lyrics:

The last thing you need is more security.
I think the problem has spoken for itself.
You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did,
Growing up as a dickhead yourself.

How many times can a little kid
Be called a fag before he's
Lost his mind and tries to get back at everyone that's done him wrong?

It's a fine line drawn between dark and light.
I'm not saying I would,
I'm just saying I understand being the butt of the rich kid's jokes
And to be tortured till you're insane.

The last thing you need is more security.
I think the problem has spoken for itself.
You're teaching your kids to repeat what you did,
Growing up as a dickhead yourself.

How can times can a little kid
Be called a fag before he's
Lost his mind, grabs a gun and turns it on you and then himself?

It's a fine line drawn between dark and light.
I'm not saying I would,
I'm just saying I understand being the butt of the rich kid's jokes,
And to be tortured till you're insane.