Michaels' got a gun. Now he's living on the hill. Watch the people run, Shooting down the kids at play. He'll teach them all to stay away. Mothers Screaming, running round... No-one laughs at Michael now!
Out the classroom window stood a hill which made him feel so good. He Thought he'd like to have it as a home. People never spoke to him. Ignored, Deplored, he got so bored. He ran away and bought himself a gun.
Michael lay down in the sun. Perhaps he'd put away the gun if only they Would leave him quite alone. No-one heard his point of view, the crowd of Vigilantes grew so Michael used the gun just one last time. Now he's Buried on the hill.
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