The Day The Music Killed

Kids with guns playing just for fun Or maybe it's in the name of a Manson Don't give me that look from where I sat Why doesn't someone blame the fucking gun So don't slow down the tape To do it would be a big mistake That might just be the day the music killed the kid who pressed play Metal god suddenly king of the dead I' like to know what's going on in those kid's heads K.C. said, he'd like to leave Kids hid the carvings underneath their fucking sleeves (Chorus) Paul's not dead that's just what they said It goes to show what's going on in our little heads Take what we say with a quart of salt If you act dumb it's not my fucking fault