"In the chorus, Richie screams and sings out, "Shame, you had everything, you killed everything." Not just like, "shame on you, kid" but deep shame on you. Like, I wish on your soul deep shame, because you killed your classmates for the stupidest of reasons. Because maybe they bullied you, maybe they didn't accept you. Well you know? Pick up a guitar and write a fuckin' hit song about it. Then, when they're sitting there dicking around at their then year reunion, wondering "Hey, do you got 3.2 kids and Beamer?" and you're fucking on the cover of Rolling Stone, you can laugh your ass off." -Geno Lenardo, filter guitar player
"In the chorus, Richie screams and sings out, "Shame, you had everything, you killed everything." Not just like, "shame on you, kid" but deep shame on you. Like, I wish on your soul deep shame, because you killed your classmates for the stupidest of reasons. Because maybe they bullied you, maybe they didn't accept you. Well you know? Pick up a guitar and write a fuckin' hit song about it. Then, when they're sitting there dicking around at their then year reunion, wondering "Hey, do you got 3.2 kids and Beamer?" and you're fucking on the cover of Rolling Stone, you can laugh your ass off." -Geno Lenardo, filter guitar player