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Does anyone remember Tony
A quiet boy, little over weight
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 homeroom
He called the morning attendance
With the pledge allegiance to the (gloom) ?
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
He said I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror and saw
A little fagot starin' 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
Its 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
Well I know that story,
I was sitting right behind you
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
He said I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror and saw
A little fagot starin' back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Hey Tony what's so good about dying, dying
Hey Tony what's so good about dying, dying
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
He said I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror and saw
A little fagot starin' 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
Tony
A quiet boy, little over weight
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 homeroom
He called the morning attendance
With the pledge allegiance to the (gloom) ?
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
He said I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror and saw
A little fagot starin' 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
Its 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
Well I know that story,
I was sitting right behind you
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
He said I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror and saw
A little fagot starin' back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Hey Tony what's so good about dying, dying
Hey Tony what's so good about dying, dying
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
He said I think I might do a little dying today
He looked in the mirror and saw
A little fagot starin' 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
Tony
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Track duration: 04:10
"Tony" as written by Merv Griffin
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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Strange.
But it's a great song, anyway :)
It makes me think about how I was so miserable during my high school years I didn't even consider how many people around me were probably just as miserable, if not moreso.
It makes me think about how I was so miserable during my high school years I didn't even consider how many people around me were probably just as miserable, if not moreso.
"This is song about a kid I went to high school with, kind-of. It's loosely based on him."
''Hey tony, whats so good about dying''. I think the person in this song who remembers Tony, is still feeling very lonely, just like Tony was.
My favourite lines =
I guess you finally stopped believing,
Any hope would ever find you
I knew that story,
I was sitting right behind you.