****WARNING!! : Strong Language and Situations****


It was a hot and sunny day. My friend and I skipped school
Little did we know that we’d come out looking like the fool.
We went to the beach, and smoked cigarettes on the sand.
We took a train to town and rode the dodgem cars at dazzle land.
On our way home we noticed some bald heads. Not bad to the eyes.
We chatted, swapped numbers and told some little lies.
We rang the fellas late that night. We didn’t go to bed.
We got up early and took a train. What’s going around in our heads?
We knocked on the door and it seemed all ok. They appeared to be nice.
We took a walk to the shops and we realized they had a price.
Through the city centre, was some more bald headed men.
“Salute” they yelled. Showing the Hitler sign. We’d fucked up again.
This one guy looked crazy his eyes were chilly.
“Come for a ride girls” what choice did we have really?
We all piled into a little yellow Toyota Corolla. Hanging on really tight.
The car going sideways, again this was not right.
We went to a house to look at some pictures, from a Nazi rally.
They had picture of Asian, being beaten in an ally.
I tried not to look, but one picture took my eye.
I saw a kid 3 years old, swastika on his shirt. I wanted to cry.
We left the house and went to a flat where we all sat in one room.
It was the kitchen with a hole in the floor, they’d piss in it if they couldn’t be fucked.
No table, just heaps of chairs, this place was really messed up.
They talked about freaky shit. I switched off. I wanted out of that place.
I looked at my friend over the other side of the room,
next to the dog with half a face.
They gave us a bong, and we were told to smoke it all.
I started to feel funny, as if I were going to fall.
I mouthed the words “I want to go home” hoping my friend would see.
All I got was a baseball bat aimed at my face. They wanted to hurt me.
I heard one say “What’s wrong? Can’t you handle opium?
You want to go home?”
First you must pay for your drugs, right now it is you we own.
For once in my life I said “Fuck this shit” Run.
I stood up for myself, this time I won.
We ran and we ran, with them hot on the chase.
We ran in to the yard of an old ladies place.
Reflecting on that day, we were lucky one indeed.
No begging, no torture I didn’t have to plead.
I ran so fast, and I ran so far. I am still running today.
I was lucky that time. Lucky in every way

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