Does anyone remember Tony?
He was a quiet boy, a little overweight, 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 homeroom
For the morning attendance
And the pledge allegiance to the gloom

Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

I hated every day of high school
It's funny, I guess that you did too
Funny how I never knew
And 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
I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you

Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror, saw that little faggot staring 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
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

Hey, Tony, what's so good about dying?