Up behind the bus-stop in the toilets of 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 a 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 (2x) In the pubs clubs and burgerbars 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 Ref 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 Ref