Up behind the bus stop in the toilets off the street
There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet,
Mixed in 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.
Homophobia – the worst disease,
You can't love who you want to love in times like these.
In the pubs, clubs and burger bars, breeding pens for pigs,
Alcohol, testosterone and ignorance and fists,
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.
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 than before.
Homophobia – the worst disease,
You can't love who you want to love in times like these.
Homophobia – the worst disease,
You can't love who you want to love in times like these.