Waking up in the morning, what a funny dream he had

That he would live after all his great mishaps

Families and neighbors say that it's okay

There is more to life

But Chad, he hated motivations. Never got anyone anywhere

So today, he decided to control his destiny and intertwine it with others too

It would be fun, he said. And up on his way

He opened the drawer and brought out a black toy.

Into his pocket and out on the road, he sang a little song his parents wouldn't believe he learnt

A big building where children would go to learn and to play

A happy place for them all

Chad didn't like that they were happy without him

He sang the song again as he went into the building

No one noticed him, nor did they care

Their big mistake

With a loud cock and a big bang, everyone stopped laughing. They stopped being happy

Fears and tears as screams filled the air

By then, what went through everyone's mind were tiny steel stones

And the song went: happy little kids with their long and short legs

They better run away, faster than my bullets

Happy little kids better get out of the way of my gun

Because where it pointed, that's where it goes. No stopping it. 

Red ink splashed on their shirts, shoes and floors 

Happy kids went numb and unmoving 

Truly, his family and neighbors were eventually right 

There is more to life

Which was definitely death

Happy kids cried and the police came

Put your hands up, they said

He did just that

No regrets, a huge smile on his face

The police took him to a brand new home

With straight uptight bars and unbreakable brick walls

La la la, he sang again

He felt so happy, so alive

Run away, faster than my bullets