Up behind the bus-stop in the toilets off the street There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet Mixed up with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before
Homophobia The worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these
In the pubs, clubs and burgerbars breeding pens for pigs Alcohol, testosterons and ignorance and fist Packs of hunting animals roam across the town They find an easy victim and they punch him to the ground
Homophobia The worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these
The siren of the ambulance the deadpan of the cops Chalk to mark the outline where the boy first dropped Beware the holy trinity - church and state and law For every death the virus gets more deadly then before
Homophobia The worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these
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