change the road

there's still time

there's still time to change the road

there's still time to change the road. yes there are two paths you can go by

but in the long run

there's still time to change the road you're on. here's a little story about a boy named richie

richie came from a rich home

quite nifty

richie was rich but he's soul quite empty

his parents bought everything he was spoiled plenty but

still something was wrong inside the mind of his

he was spaced out attracted to fine violence

he would listen to beethoven and play the violin

sometimes sat in his room in greater silence

close his eyelids and picture the desires of burning fires and hurting the kids in his choir

there was no sign of friends he was tired

of being sick and tired of being hit by michael

so one day he buys a gun

two for the price of one

goes to school to have a little bit of fun

in the middle of the cafeteria where all the kids are

he looks around and thinks should he do something this bizzare. here's another story about a boy named cory

cory was the opposite of richie he was poor see

he was poor that couldn't afford heat

but they would have food on the table every morning

step into his shoes to fill his little sore feet

he slept on the floor tucked under his little torn sheets

mommy worked and daddy was sipping forties

mommy was too busy to spend a minute with cory

see mommy had two jobs just to barely support him

and daddy was too drunk so he always ignored him

he's sick of if it he wishes he lived in a mansion

he wishes he was rich and was fitted in fashion

he went to school and the rich kids would always harass him

they picked on him and spit on him

you couldn't imagine

but this time cory bought a gat as mad as a madman

in th cafeteria thinking should he just blast them. richie's in the cafeteria chewing on his bubblegum

he's having racing thoughts everyone's in trouble son

looking at the clock time is ticking he can hear the tock

waiting for the perfect time to strike he's getting very hot

cory's in the cafeteria thinking when to pop his glock

and he just heard someone's gum just pop

he turns around and sees a nervious little rich boy

looking paranoid

sweating bullets all annoyed

now they both get up it a game time

they both reach for guns at the same time

richie looks at cory

cory looks at richie

cory yells at richie are you insane? i would kill to be rich"