Homophobia - Chumbawamba

Up behind the bus-stop in the toilets off 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 the 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

Homophobia — the worst disease

You can’t love who you want to love in times like these

In the pubs, clubs and burger bars, 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 want to love in times like these

Homophobia — the worst disease

You can’t love who you want to love in times like these

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

Homophobia — the worst disease

You can’t love who you want to love in times like these

Homophobia — the worst disease

You can’t love who you want to love in times like these

Homophobia — the worst disease

You can’t love who you want to love in times like these

Homophobia — the worst disease

You can’t love who you want to love in times like these