Preschool Pincushion
Nailgun, schoolyard
Children, Perforated
Stuck to, swingset
Bleeding, Your children
Preschool Pincushion
Offspring, like dad
Little fatigues, he is clad
Told to, pick on
Someone, his own size
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Piercing little flesh, stabbing little necks, Maybe yours is next
Gouging little eyes, boy are they surprised, I'm full of pride
Sirens, Distant
Daddy, Pulls out his toy
Firing, innocents
School is, a battleground
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Anger, passed down, though genes
Doomed, from birth, was he
Father, and son, Suicide
But no, fear in, their eyes
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion
Preschool Pincushion