You still wonder why
Your children killed themselves
On that bright summer day
And others die by their own hand
Every day

You blame everything and everyone
But yourself
You should look in the mirror sometime
But for now let me tell you
How they did it
And the lover that helped them

These two took a shotgun
    Shiny and well oiled
    Finest Winchester and finer shells
Put the double barrel
    Double tunnel of love
Into their mouths
    Taste of the steel
    As they licked the gun
Made themselves know it
While their hands shook
Trying to hold the shaft
And just like during their first dates
At their first prom
They had
Sweaty palms, nervous eyes
    Kissed the lips
    Whispered something
    In her ear
Took the gun out
Out of his mouth
Then stuck it back in
Closed his eyes
Started to cry
Shook with a shudder
As his muscles knot

Committed to the act
Young man, with hourglass eyes
    And the tempered steel
Were both virgins on that day
Till the trigger jumped
    The thundering cry of ecstasy
    Scaring the birds away
Both were virgins no more

Seeing the friend's bravery
The other retrieved the gun
    From amidst the blood and gore
Now it was his turn
He regarded the warm double shaft
Felt it, smooth and warm, in his hands
The barrels still wet
    From a lover's kiss
    A tang of gunpowder
    Once a virgin
    Now a whore
    Here to pass him into
    Manhood, steal the child
    From the breast
    Dirty from its sins
    Clean on the outside
    Except for the smell
    Of discharge
Held the rod
With tender care
Took it in his mouth
Passed on to the next stage
Join his friend
In the great beyond

They found their remains
Side by side
On the playground
The gun lay between them
    Cold and naked
    Sleeping, waiting
    For its next lover

Why did they kill themselves
Well, that is a story
Best saved for another time
For now I think I would like
To see you cry and weep
This is punishment for sins
That you committed
Didn't you ever think
    You drunk, alcoholic disgrace
That you might have been the cause?

Note:  The above is my response to a civil court case that took place in Nevada over the suicide deaths of two teens who had been listening to a Judas Priest tape before their suicides.  The mother of one of the teens charged Judas Priest with subliminal messages and blamed them for her son's death, despite accusations that she herself had been an abusive mother, alcoholic, and that her son had often been beaten by numerous stepfathers over the years.  Subsequently, the son had had bad luck in a job that he had held at the time and was overall dissatisfied with life.  Judas Priest won the court trial, but it was still a sad day as musicians continued to be blamed for suicides and for unproven occult connections.  It was also sad that the mother didn't learn to love her son until it was too late...