Somethin' you oughta know You might not like to hear The next president's Probably missin' an ear There's a spectator dead One's in bad condition We don't put folks to death For having different opinions God bless the dead God damn the violent Everybody calm down Have a moment of silence Conspiracy spiders Are already weaving A web on the internet We'll all have to read it Be kind to your neighbor Have grace where it's lacking 'Cause it's hot in America You don't know who's packing Let the man grab his shoes Let the man grab his sneakers Rest in peace to the dead It's one hell of a picture There's blood on the bleachers