Hey mom, why are they shooting in school? I can't stand that
Hey mom, why can't they love each other? I don't know that
I remember my first school day, I had a new backpack, Turtles-themed. I'm wondering, that
will it be fun there.
Well, it was at the beginning, but now it's only pain
Girls cutting themselves in the toilet. Others have a glassy one shining in the stand
People don't understand each other, not even rarely thanking of each other
Together alone, some are cruel, some mature¹
Some are maybe a bit weird, that's why others think they're a bit dumb
And one can always ask, but no one ever answers this
'Cause the difficult answer occurs only with questions as difficult as this
Hey mom, why are they shooting in school? I can't stand that
Hey mom, why can't they love each other? I don't know that
Way too many incidents, always too few answers
The recess ends up with gunshots.
What is wrong with them?
Help, please
Again, another good friend passed. Mom, doesn't everyone have a heart?
Everything can't be understood.
Someone falls on the street right in front of me
He was a normal, jovial boy. The spiritual force hadn't touched him
I don't know, no! Answer! I want to know that
Hey mom, why are they shooting in school? I can't stand that
Hey mom, why can't they love each other? I don't know that
It confounds me, it puzzles me, all this that is here
The sum of experiences pushes new thoughts in the head
Shoves the atoms from a situation to another, I'm wading in the swamp of meanings
Everyone who left the class is with me in the heart
Hey mom, why are they shooting in school? I can't stand that
Hey mom, why can't they love each other? I don't know that
Hey mom, why are they shooting in school? I can't stand that
Hey mom, why can't they love each other? I don't know that