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Being the true tale of a young man
| who was kicked to death outside a toilet in Bradford.
{Gm}Up behind the bus-stop
in the {F}toilets of the street
there are {Gm}traces of a {F}killing
on the {Gm}floor beneath your feet
{Gm}Mixed in with the piss and beer
are {F}bloodstains on the floor
From the {Gm}boy who got his {F}head kicked in
a {Gm}night or two before
{Gm}Homophobia {F}the worst disease
You {Gm}can't love who you {F}wan't to love
in {Gm}times like this
{Gm}Homophobia {F}the worst disease
You {Gm}can't love who you {F}wan't to love
in {Gm}times like this
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
Homophobia the worst disease
You can't love who you wan't to love
in times like this
Homophobia the worst disease
You can't love who you wan't to love
in times like this
The siren of the ambulance
the depan 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 wan't to love
in times like this
Homophobia the worst disease
You can't love who you wan't to love
in times like this
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