Back our way

Laughing, dancing, shots and shooting fun
Booting a new game with old friends back home
Thinking on the days in the meadows and rain
Still watching the conversation for the start of the slurs
A new game or movie when the talk turns dark
Dodging the topics expressed from the heart
Thinking of better times when you didn’t know
That those old friends live on the bile of what they’ve become
Half muttered comments quickly silent as you start a new song
A comment on the homeless or Indian food
Try Gears of War 2 when gays getting married comes out
Realising some people don’t mellow or grow wise
Older hearts and thoughts growing more twisted with spite
Arguing for nights but it can’t help
Their safe, glinting lives aren’t happy or true
Not to them, with a black family or Indians living near by
Don’t see it’s the Crown that’s still fucking them hard
No, it’s the Polish or fags or cunts from Iran
Download their favourite movie over Chinese,
Ghandi... and whilst sinking more beers
Watching liberation flicker on the screen
Without a moment for pause or thought
They spit that they wish ‘they all were like that…’
Open because of love and vodka, so honest its rage they reveal
Broken down spirits just hoping for war
Seeing friends troughed on by their hate, it’s no fun going back to the estate.