Boy Down

a song about blow jobs & burning cities: 


See how life drags me down, hating tomorrow 
See how I make no sound, think you can follow? 
We’re fake names, in the darkness but you’re harmless so let’s play 
Your Top Games are madness but I’m fearless 
and you say 
“Boy, Boy, Down Boy, Down Boy 
Boy, Boy, Down, Down” 

Let’s make a socialistic combination 
We’ll keep a strictly “oral” celebration 
I’m bored of dead photos in profiles undefined 
Don’t worry I only taste my own kind 
and I say 
“Boy, Boy, Down Boy, Down Boy 
Boy, Boy, Down, Down” 

I grew my voice in a place where there’s no such thing as a choice 
and now I watch this guilty town… burning down