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I was walking with my husband, During the month of May. His name is Bobby, And I'm Adam Galloway. We were holding hands, We were happy as can be; And then we met a stranger, And he said to me: "Look here at the faggots! You're ruining my path! I hate you gay ass fuckers, Now you'll feel my wrath!" The man pulled out a gun, He aimed it at my head; Bobby jumped in front of me - Poor Bobby is now dead. I caught his falling body, As the stranger ran away. I lost the love of my life, All because we're gay. He risked his life for me, For Adam Galloway. His name is Bobby G. He died for being gay... I was eating with my wife, We were on a date.

You shove your fingers down my throat, and insert words I never spoke, in desperate hopes to make me choke but beware: my pearly gates won't hesitate to bite the hand that feeds me