I looked up from my feet and stared
And they stared at me as well as if I was the wall;
A fast-paced glance with no recognition, dears -
with no recognition at all.
I tried to shriek but my voice was still,
Something muffled and shady and terribly ill
like mournful and sorrowful but maybe not, dears -
maybe not that mournful and sorrowful at all.
I tried to mimic and pretend I did what I was told
I tried to dress pretty but I looked very old
With every mask I wear I look like a fucking clown, dears -
I looked like a fucking clown.
I pulled my gun from behind my ass
That remorseless weapon that couldn't sing jazz
With every bullet I shot I wept, dears -
I wept with every bullet I shot on their heads, dears -
I wept with every bullet I shot.
I shot and shouted 'Fuck you all'
I fucking hate everyone and their thoughts, dears-
I fucking hate everyone and their thoughts.