Kinky FriedmanThe Ballad Of Charles Whitman

He was sitting up there for more than an hour, Way up there on the Texas Tower Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor. Yahoo! He didn't choke or slash or slit them, Not our Charles Joseph Whitman, He won't be an architect no more. Got up that morning calm and cool, He picked up his guns and walked to school. All the while he smiled so sweetly And it blew their minds completely, They'd never seen an Eagle Scout so cruel. Now won't you think for the shame and degradation For the school's administration He put on such a bold and brassy show. The Chancellor cried,
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