Please Mr. Thompson I don't know what to do
There's been another shooting, I wondered if you knew
I thought it could add some support to your cause
Because when he did it I'm sure he had Halo on pause
Please Mr. Thompson
Please Mr. Thompson
I'm a Sniper in Maniilla
Because all those years of Duck Hunt have made me a killer
Please Mr. Thompson I don't know what to do
Night Trap made my son a rapist in 1992
but now I've found what Joe said wasn't in the game
Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know who to blame
Please Mr. Thompson
Please Mr. Thompson
I'm a Sniper in Maniilla
Because all those years of Duck Hunt have made me a killer
Please Mr. Thompson please give me some room
I'm really well adjusted and I still played Doom
Please Mr. Thompson I know what you've said
But Time Crisis isn't the reason anybody's dead
Please Mr. Thompson I though you'd like to know
I'm a plumber in Turin because of Mario
Please Mr. Thompson
Please Mr. Thompson
Please Mr. Thompson
Please Mr. Thompson
Jack Thompson, not a usual thing to write a lyric/poem about but as Bernie Rhodes once sort-of said 'write about what effects you'. I'm not writing an appendix for all the video game references...it'll take too long. Manila's a little place in America somewhere.