[Verse 1]
Happy anniversary, schools are short on 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

[Chorus]
(Ohh!) Happy Death-Day to Columbine
Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine
(Ohh!) Wacky-Waco, Happy Death-Day, babies that were burned
The Wheel has turned!

Happy Death-Day to you!
Happy Death-Day to you!

[Verse 2]
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
Bulldozed all the evidence and blamed it on some stooge

[Chorus]
(Ohh!) Happy Death-Day to Columbine
Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine
(Ohh!) Wacky-Waco, Happy Death-Day, babies that were burned
Hey, look! The Wheel has turned!
[Solo]

Happy Death-Day!

[Solo]

[Chorus]
(Ohh!) Happy Death-Day to Columbine
Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine
(Ohh!) Wacky-Waco, Happy Death-Day, babies that were burned
Baby, baby, baby!

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