Coulda Been Me, Coulda Been You
Album: Songs by Jordan E. Spivack
By: Jordan E. Spivack
By: Jordan E. Spivack
Duration
3:26
Genres
Description
Absolutely true horror story of a killing of a young man in NYC.
Lyrics
COULDA BEEN ME, COULDA BEEN YOU Three young thugs, lookin’ for a thrill Time on their hands, time to kill Three young bashers, lookin’ for a homo Catch ‘em at the schoolyard, then we do a no-no One got a hammer, one got glass Third got a knife, gonna finish him fast Skin head, pin head, don’t give a damn Draw gay blood, gonna prove you’re a real man Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you Young gay man, out for fun No idea his life is done Six young footsteps, drawin’ closer Walkin’ alone, he feels the exposure They catch him, they jump him Hammer and fists begin to thump him Death with a dagger plunges in War is over, what’d they win? Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you That’s the story, a little gory Men with guts get a little glory Hate is strong, prejudice stronger Can’t let this go on much longer Gotta take a stand, everyone’s an equal While we waitin’, gonna have a sequel Targets of discrimination Victims in a bigoted nation Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you Coulda been him, coulda been you Coulda been her, coulda been you Coulda been me, coulda been you.
