So much fun,
Me and my gun,
Shooting till the sun goes down,
Shooting till none are left in this dear town.

You don't find love at the prom,
That's not where your dad met your mom,
Its where pride and scorn surely adorn,
The tears of the prom queen as she begins to mourn,
The loss of a King corrupt as could be,
He was killed as all could clearly see,
Because he didn't have money for the candy he bought,
For the drugs him and his sister brought,
The prom is not a place to hide,
The girl couldn't stay hidden as she tried and tried,
But you can't hide from the prom my dear sweety,
Heartbreak awaits all those that are needy.

Dear Red rose,
Of which no one else knows,
Please don't bloom without me,
Don't leave me behind thee,
For thou hast had such beauty before,
And shared thy beauty with me no more,
I then threw myself into a hole to mourn,
Where you left my soul battered and torn.