Religious Boy
Uploaded by Gurly on Sep 07, 2001
He’s not so clean after all.
He’s rather blackened by the crowd.
He’s scared of being left alone
But he’s rather childish all the same
He sings in the choir cause his God tells him too,
His Parents are his enemy
What makes him better than all of us?
What makes us, the black sheep different from him?
Is it ‘cause our Mummy and Daddy don’t spoil us?
Or because we like to call him faggot and get away with it?
He’ll go home in a Limo, we’ll ride our bikes through the back streets
He’ll tell his parents he has “friends” we’ll admit to picking on him to ours.
He wants to belong, We want him to **** off.
He’s sorry that he’s not like us,
Yet we are all the same.
He’s a rich kid who can sing dance and act girlie.
We’re bored, and slovenly don’t care for his riches.
He’s all alone again.
I feel just the same.