Concubines

My husband's two younger brothers are over today, and right now they're playing NCAA football on the PlayStation. Paul (11) is doing that thing that kids always do: singing one line of a song over and over again. It was a song I'd never heard; kind of catchy, but I would have preferred more than one line. In any case, the tune was so upbeat it took me a minute to realize just exactly what the lyrics were:
"All the other kids with the pumped out kicks, better run, better run.... faster then my bullet".
What the heck? Did I mishear? Is my 11 year old brother-in-law actually singing a song about kids shooting other kids? Does he understand what the lyrics are? I asked him what the song was, and Stephen (14) said it was a song about the Concubine Shootings. Unfortunately, because this caused some unintentional laughter from my husband and me, I had to explain exactly what concubines were. But in any case.... wow. I just not that sure what to think about a top 40s pop song detailing the Columbine shootings, especially one with such a misleadingly upbeat feel.

Here's the lyrics, in case anyone's interested:
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room
He won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth
He's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things
And I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

P.S My husband is going to make one good dad. They are out tossing the ball to each other right now, and I love to see how well he interacts with his brothers :)