Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and everybody laughs
Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and he's about to snap

Chucks miserable he's stressed the fuck out
Chucks run out of luck and his life sucks now
Goin to school always keepin his peace
Almost always quite he hardly ever speaks
He hangs around the geeks and the gothic freaks
The back of the class is where he takes his seat
He's the type of teen that wouldn't' hurt a fly
The jocks pick on him till they make him cry
After school wasn't good his home life wasn't great
His dad would get drunk and sock em in the face
Pin em on the wall and call em a pussy
He's a real big man when he drinks whiskey
Besides all that whats buggin him in the worst way
Is the fact his mom committed suicide on his birthday
Gather up the pieces and add up the math
It equals the dad Chuck finally snapped

Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and everybody laughs
Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and he's about to snap

Sittin in his room plottin what to do
I'll show all of you the schools gonna go kaboom
He wakes in the morning and eats his breakfast
Than study's diagrams of the emergency exits
It's certainly hectic Chuck's brains been infected
There's no turning back death and pain is the message
While his dad was passed out snoring from the booze
Chuck raided his gun cabinet with nothing to loose
What did he choose the answers revealed
Chuck grabbed a twenty-two kuz it's easy to conceal
Then he flipped through the anarchist cookbook
And learned how to sneak bombs inside his textbooks
That already dead look with dilated pupils
It ain't hard to hide the fact that he's ready for a funeral
Chuck hopped out of bed put on his trench coat
than poured misses Butterworths on his french toast

Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and everybody laughs
Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and he's about to snap

It's about six-thirty and he's pacin in his shoes
Chucks waitin for the bus to take his ass to school
Sickly zoned in his mind is a mosh pit
The pistol is loaded chillin in his right pocket
Under his arm reserved for his teachers
Was a couple sticky bombs stuck in his trapper keeper
Chuck's bookbag was full of different types of ammo
Locked and loaded with a face just like Rambo
The longer he waits the more that it's on
But he has to wait longer kuz something is wrong
Where is the bus it should have arrived
Chuck looked at his watch it's way past that time
So he went back inside stepped in the entrance
Walked in the kitchen and checked the new phone message
It was the school giving him the day off
Kuz the driver called out sick and the substitute got lost

Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and everybody laughs
Chuck was just average Chuck wasn't cool
Chuck was just another white boy from a public school
Another gothic kid dressin up in black
Chucks got some mental problems and he's about to snap