Album: Iter Facere
Poor little Walter Champion, all alone in his room
the only place where he can smile, like the boys at the school
but all the kids will laugh no more
when Walter shows with a gun in his drawers
the celebrative bangs and thud, the red confetti of blood
from twiddle-dee to twiddle-dum
to Walter hates you and everyone
from twiddle-dee to twiddle-dum
to Walter hates you and your mum
and all the kids will laugh no more
when Walter shows with a gun in his drawers
the celebrative bangs and thud, the red confetti of blood
leavin' the house gotta go to school
runnin' late, tell me something new
i'm just drivin' enjoyn' the cruise
with the windows down for some breeze, breeze
a wild hair took me by surprise
I cast my books on the school front yard
Listenin' to the Beatles I love
Ill drive until I hit the west coast sand.
Ill get there in s l o w m o t i o n, yeah