JOHN CAMPBELL I left the station walking. You know the time of night The buses don't run through the outskirts of paradise I heard a gunshot. I saw a razor flash. If you don't open your eyes this breath could be your Last. There's a whole world of trouble, babe, What's this hatred for? I don't go near the alley. There's hungry wolves in There. I can hear their stomachs growling from frustration and Despair. Siren screams in the distance, another dirty deals gone Down. Just an ordinary night on the wrong side of town. I feel a cold wind blowing. It chills me to the bone. My heart is hanging heavy for those folks here with no Home. I walk up my steps, turn the lock once more. Shake my head and wonder What's all this hatred for?