Kicked in the head? You're fucked in the head!

Kick him when he's down, stomp out the problem. In this situation the problem seems to be the truth. It must feel so rewarding to be the one to cast the stones. A small man in a big man's world.
Size 10 Vans do the dirty work while onlookers gaze in disbelief. I'd hate to walk a mile in your shoes, tainted with the blood of another.
Stomp out the problem, stomp out the truth.
"Check his bag he is carrying a knife!"
This is screaming of a set up, dear, it’s going to be a long night. Let's hit the road, chase the sunset and drink away the fear.
Your words burnt like a cigarette down to the filter, smoke sifting away into the air at 100 km an hour, faster then the friendship ended, faster then rumors spread.
This one horse town thrives off gossip, the kind that travels from county to county, consuming all those involved.
So raise your glasses in celebration, you've reached the top, the top of the bottom.