Words & Music Michael Veitch
(c) 2020 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Drivin past the old school I remember it well
Runnin’ through those hallways, the ringing of the bells
And the fateful day we all woke up
Inside a living hell
Cryin Shame shame shame, shame shame shame, shame shame shame
This world has got to change
The crazy guy you pray will never come out here to call
Shows up with an AR 15 loaded for us all
Run as fast as you can hope that you won’t have to crawl
Cryin’ Shame shame shame, shame shame shame, shame shame shame
This world has got to change
After the funerals, clean up and the blame
The Nation in horror, things won’t ever be the same
Politicans stand with the NRA
Speak up or it will all stay the same
Speak up now or it will surely happen again
They tore down the old school and left a plaque there on the lawn
Remembering what used to be and those who now are gone
Our class it got much smaller at the barrel of a gun
Chorus: This world is gonna change
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