Heads smashed as lovers kiss, their affection replaced with blood
as some dickless f*ck shows off his ignorance, his intolerance
Amidst confusion, heads still spinning, both still thinking clear
Clear enough to know this wasn't random, it wasn't accidental
So tough. So cool.
Later on that night bragging to his friends about the dykes he f*cked up on St Denis
They laugh, pat his back, and pour another beer
They'd bashed another queer
Instilling fear. More fear
It was fear that caused it
So we try to deny that this hate permeates to this day
and there's no way we'll give up on this fight or put up with this shit ever again
Meanwhile, back at home, the girls aren't sitting down
A week later dozens kiss on that same spot
Queers
Fags
Dykes
So where were you then, big man?