physical

"flip me some shit boy,
Flip me some shit." 
After the soccer game
We all headed back 
To the locker room. 
I'd accidentally
Kicked farrel in the knee.
Not very hard,
But two of his friends ran beside him 
As he taunted me

"you think you're safe 
In the showers boy?
I wouldn't want to see you slip."
His friends smiled then he
Tried to trip me.
Once inside he leaned 
Against my locker
And said to me:
"I don't think 
You've got any friends in here, 
Do ya?"

"nobody'd give a shit 
If I flushed your
Fucking head down the john?"
They'd prob'ly just laugh."
What frightened me most about that
Was how he said it slowly
And calmy 
As if he was only
Discussing the options 
On the lunch menu.

Words adapted from a short story by kevin sampsell
Music by m johnson ©2008 zubsongs, ltd