Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
Henry Phillips
[Verse 1]
He's the kid in the back of the class who always keeps to himself
And the other kids call him Quasimodo
'Cause he got some hunch upon his back
And his hair is all filled with shit and he only wears a trenchcoat
And instead of taking notes, he draws pictures of Satan
[Pre-Chorus 1]
But please, don't laugh at him
Don't even crack a joke
Don't blow spit wads in his face
Or piss in his coat
[Chorus 1]
'Cause some day he might come to school with a snubnosed .38
And if you're nice to him, then just maybe he won't kill you
[Verse 2]
If you see the fat kid walking through the halls and he's got plaid shorts
Don't say "Hey, look everybody, looks like someone stole my couch"
And just because the weird guy throws a baseball just like a little girl
Doesn't mean he doesn't know how to make a bomb
[Pre-Chorus 2]
All the film freaks and the drama geeks
And the people with braces and the pizza-faces and the four-eyes
Let's not treat them with scorn
'Cause some day they might find the combination of they're grandfather's
Fuckin' gun collection and they'll form a militia
And make you wish you had never been born
[Chorus 2]
And when you're cowered under your desk some day
You can flash 'em a little smile
And say "Remember me, I was that dude who said hello to you once in a while"
And maybe then he'll pause and say "Well, you know, I guess that's true"
And instead he'll bump off the guy right next to you
[Outro]
So next time you wanna pick on a nerd, please choose a jock instead
'Cause I'd rather go home with my underwear all up my ass
Than with a stomach pumped full of lead
And especially be extra kind to those kids in the science club
'Cause they're the ones who know about nitroglycerin
And if we're nice to them then maybe we'll just get along
[Live Outro]
Thank you guys very much
Enjoy the rest of your night
Thank you!
Maybe They Won’t Kill You was written by Henry Phillips.