Patty Griffin
Tony


Does anyone remember Tony
He was a quiet boy, a little overweight
He had breasts like a girl
When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely
I'd stare over his shoulder
At a map of the world
He always finished all his homework
Raised his hand in homerooom
For the morning attendance
And the pledge allegiance to the gloom

Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
Think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror
Saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

I hated every day of high school
It's funny, I guess you did too
Funny how I never knew
There I was sitting right behind you
They wrote it in the local rag
Death comes to the local fag
I guess you finally stopped believing
That any hope would ever find you
I knew that story, I was sitting right behind you

Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror
Saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror
Saw that little faggot staring back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away

Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Tony...
Hey Tony whats so good about dying?