We're walking in the night
Laughing innocently
Not knowing there are some guys there
Watching us silently
They are bored after
The Day of Forgiveness
Their desire for trouble
Is bordered with madness

Teasing us, cursing us, they're picking up a fight
Hitting us, hurting us, the fight goes on through the night

Fist
Hitting face
Cracking bones
Hitting guts

Knife
Hitting flesh
Cutting veins
Spilling blood

What will happen now?
I'll try to live my life the way it used to be
What will happen now?
I'll file a complaint, overcome anxiety
And I will walk at night no more
I feel threatened by the thugs outside my yard
And I will go outside no more
I was left physically and mentally scarred

Waiting for me, watching me, they want to beat me up
Looking for me, behind me, I need safety back

Eyes
Looking back
Near behind
Fearing all

Fist
Coming back
Hitting face
Hitting soul

The cops says they'll bust the fuckers
For that's what they never do
Yet some guys approach me in the park
Late in the afternoon
"Play us your guitar", they say,
"Do you have a light?"
"Why did you curse us?" they say,
"Would you like to pick a fight?"

Pushing me, to the ground, revenge for my complaint
Kicking me, their boredom, is my oblivion

Kick
Hitting eye
Spilling tears
Striking blind

Knife
Cutting flesh
Hitting heart
Ending life.