a few voicesas I walk home during the nighthey faggot your ass must hurtI walk fasternot wanting to know what is nextjust drunk voicessurely they be sneering as I walk away There at the bbqthunder comes rolling closerscaring my friend in their home- I'm here, I won't leave- you're funny, butwhen the thunder draws closeI'll … Weiterlesen 3 stanzas →