Robert Wakefield - Just Another Week in America Lyrics

It was a warm Wednesday morning, down south in Parkland
Where the only news there was of the high school and its band
With all its suburbs and parks, it was the safest city in Florida
And it was just another week here in America

That Wednesday morning, a man woke with a plan so cruel
And told his friend's dad, "I don't need a ride, I ain't goin' to school"
He loaded his black duffel bag with his gun that afternoon
And waited for the Uber ride that'd be there for him soon

Wearing the school colors, he returned to from where he'd been expelled
They saw him coming but he made it to the building with the gun he held
And the school resource officer was elsewhere on the campus
And couldn't stop the young man from his acts of madness

He opened fire past two o' clock and stalked the old hallways
And the bullets began to rain into the classrooms from his blaze
After he pulled the fire alarm and began his rampage
On the school teachers and on children of such callow age

And so, this is a song for the teacher Scott Beigel
Died bringing his children back to the safety of the classroom
And this is a song for Coach Aaron Feis
Who died as a human shield throwing himself in front of them

And this is a song for the teacher Chris Hixon
And the fourteen dead students and more than a dozen injured
And this is a song for all the other stories
And all the other braveries from that day that will never be heard

In the halls of Stoneman Douglas on that valentine's day
The massacre fell upon those who couldn't make it and get away
And the numbers rose of those who were injured or had died
While the school officer was frozen in fear and hid outside

The killer ditched the duffel bag and escaped in the crowd
Then hours later in a front lawn he was finally found
The red flags were there, and last month the FBI got a tip
But they never acted or followed up on any of it

And while Washington offers its thoughts, the blood's on their hands too
For their inaction every time on the gun reform that's overdue
Being owned by the NRA, they're comfortable and they thrive
Cuz the millions are worth more than those few human lives

When will we catch up to the other developed nations?
For too long America hasn't lived up to her own expectations
And today I look at the half-mast flag by my dorm complex
And wonder if maybe it's my own school that will be next

And so, Nikolas Cruz waits to go on trial for his heinous deed
That took from the world seventeen human beings
Change and justice will come, but for them it comes too late
For the inaction that waited and allowed their fate

And so, Nikolas Cruz waits to go on trial for his evil acts
While the next mass shooter hides and plans the next
And it didn't matter that it was in the safest city of Florida
Because it was just another week here in America