Highschool Death 歌词

Get up at the usual time Packed bag in the corner of the room Breakfast - the day`s starting well Rushing in by the ringing of the bell Now my time has come And my job has to be done Don`t move, it won`t help you anyway Get ready for my judgement day Highschool death Bullets flying through the classroom Ripping virginal flesh from the bone Blood spills from the teacher`s head He tortured me and now he`s dead Outside the parents cry Cops are waiting to come in Kids are screaming, trying to run away This is my private judgement day Highschool death