sent him away and he won't be back for a while
one night he lost control
staggered out to the parking lot
he was in no mood for games
it all went off in the blink of an eye
there's no turnin back or questioning why
it was the heat of the moment
blood on the gravel and a long neck in his hand
been gone two years and he ain't been back a time
pays attention and he minds the rules
in his room 'neath a sixty-watt glow
till the counselor shouts