Michael couldn't understand why people shook him by the hand then laughed at
Him and talked behind his back Michael didn't know the rules Abused,
Confused at all the schools they sent him to - gave him the view to leave
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