thud, you did it, no you did, slap punch blood, your dead, run home, get a gun, call your buddies, drink some cans,
fill up on anger, develop vile hatred, yeah, take another can, get a knife, make sure it goes deep, ready, out on the
street, where is he, car slams by, the guys, friends you don’t like, call them over, their life violence, where is the bastard,
search search search, where is he, and hatred grows deeper by the second. until you meet him, we’ll never do that
again, in goes the knife, twist it, feel his guts rip, face goes pale, he falls and dies, happy now, you got your own back, another
did you slap me, oh, why did he do that for, you go home, forget it ever happened, happy ever after…beats living in
prison the rest of you life, amen.