He was sitting up there for more than an hour,
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Way up there on the Texas Tower
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Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor. Yahoo!
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He didn¡¯t choke or slash or slit them,
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Not our Charles Joseph Whitman,
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He won¡¯t be an architect no more.
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Got up that morning calm and cool,
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He picked up his guns and walked to school.
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All the while he smiled so sweetly
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And it blew their minds completely,
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They¡¯d never seen an Eagle Scout so cruel.
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Now won¡¯t you think for the shame and degradation
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For the school¡¯s administration
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He put on such a bold and brassy show.
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The Chancellor cried, "It¡¯s adolescent
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And of course it¡¯s most unpleasant
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But I got to admit it was a lovely way to go."
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There was a rumor about a tumor
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Nestled at the base of his brain.
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He was sitting up there with his .36 Magnum
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Laughing wildly as he bagged ¡¯em.
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Who are we to say the boy¡¯s insane ?
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Now Charlie was awful disappointed
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Else he thought he was annointed
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To do a deed so lowdown and so mean.
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The students looked up from their classes
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Had to stop and rub their glasses,
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Who¡¯d believe he¡¯d once been a Marine.
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Now Charlie made the honor roll with ease,
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Most all of his grades was A¡¯s and B¡¯s.
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A real rip snorting trigger squeezer
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Charlie proved a big crowd pleaser
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Though he had been known to make a couple C¡¯s.
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Some were dying, some were weeping,
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Some were studying, some were sleeping,
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Some were shouting ¡°Texas # 1!¡±
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Some were running, some were falling,
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Some were screaming, some were bawling,
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Some thought the revolution had begun.
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The doctors tore his poor brain down,
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But not a snitch of illness could be found.
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Most folks couldn¡¯t figure just-a why he did it
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And them that could would not admit it,
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There¡¯s still a lot of Eagle Scouts around.
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There was a rumor about a tumor
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Nestled at the base of his brain.
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He was sitting up there with his .36 Magnum
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Laughing wildly as he bagged ¡¯em.
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Who are we to say the boy¡¯s in
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Who are we to say the boy¡¯s in
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Who are we to say the boy¡¯s insane ?
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The Ballad of Charles Whitman
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