In a town where shadows play pretend,
There's a lad, a boyfriend, a curious blend.
With a swagger like he owns the street,
In a killing gang, he finds his beat.
His leather jacket, a costume of cool,
But deep down, he's just a fool.
With a wink and a nod, he struts his way,
In a gang of friends, where they all sway.
But his heart's not in the rough and tough,
He'd rather read comics, that's the stuff.
Yet, in this charade, he finds his thrill,
A boyfriend in a killing gang, oh what a thrill!
