Michael couldn't understand
Why people shook him by the hand
Then laughed at him and talked behind his back

Michael didn't know the rules
Abused, confused at all the schools they sent him to - gave him the view to leave

Michael's got a gun
Now he's living on the hill
Watch the people run
Shooting down the kids at play
He'll teach them all to stay away
Mothers screaming, running round
No-one laughs at Michael now!

Out the classroom window stood a hill which made him feel so good
He thought he'd like to have it as a home
People never spoke to him
Ignored, deplored, he got so bored
He ran away and bought himself a gun

Michael's got a gun...

Michael lay down in the sun
Perhaps he'd put away the gun if only they would leave him quite alone
No-one heard his point of view
The crowd of vigilantes grew
So Michael used the gun just one last time...
Michael's got a gun
Now he's buried on the hill...