Guy On Guy
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He'd thought about it more than once
In search of some experience
Why not try, guy on guy
They always seem to have such fun
They never hurt or judge no one
Black, brown or white, guy on guy
Mama said, "Son, stay straight as an arrow
Keep your wrists locked and your mind real narrow
Don't you want some kids and a wife?"
But he never fit in with the jocks or the jesters
Always hung out in the margins of error
Tried to make the most of his life
But walking down the street late one night
He stepped into the Golden Knob
And drinking with a dude named Bob
Broke down and cried and he didn't know why
Then Bobby said, "Welcome home
There's no point in living alone
You're alright, guy on guy"
And soon they moved down
To a place in the village
Every flea market they'd rape and pillage
Reservations every night
Bobby hooked him up with a job at Annetha's
Doing good work he'd thought was beneath him
Sucking from the marrow of life
But walking down the street late one night
He thought about his change of plans
And how no one ever understands
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