Panic!

Friday night at the high school football game
He's the only one in town not there what a shame
Cut the art program to buy the players new cleats
'Cause the only ones that matter are the athletes

Now he's showing up late in a trench coat looking grim
Got a twelve gauge for anyone who made fun of him
Thinking back to everyone who called him lame
Approaching the student section down the barrel he aims

Panic on the football field
Coaches use players as human shields
Students burying their peers
Gun control can wait a year

Now the game's over time to head out to the bar tonight
Talk about what might have happened if the circumstances were right
Bring up control and we'll tell you to go away
And we'll tell you that God he works in mysterious ways

Now the shooters got his mugshot in the wall of fame
Got his kill count compared to all the other names
Pretty soon his name will be in every single urban household
And the media will milk and milk it 'til they strike gold

Panic on the football field
Coaches use players as human shields
Students burying their peers
Gun control can wait a year

In the business of making terminators
Take your kid turn him to a gladiator
And after he strikes the investigator
We'll hang his picture on the refrigerator

Panic on the football field
Coaches use players as human shields
Students burying their peers
Gun control can wait a year

Panic on the football field
Your weapons must be concealed
Students burying their peers
But gun control can wait a year
Or two or three or four or more for sure