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