Dirty White Boy
The next few hours were a blur of humiliation and noise. They were
booked on indecent exposure and suspicion of solicitation. When that
charge was explained to Heero, he nearly attacked the arresting
officer, almost earning him an additional charge of assault. Duo
managed to calm him down. Heero called his family's lawyer, because
he didn't know what else to do. He begged the man not to tell his
parents, and also told him to bail out Duo as well. The man said he
would see what he could do.
Luckily, it was crowded, and they had to put both Duo and Heero in
the same holding cell. Because Heero did not like the way everyone
was looking at Duo. He was sure the other boy could take care of
himself, but he wasn't taking any chances. He paced up and down,
annoying the other occupants of the cell, but they apparently
weren't brave enough to do more than mumble, faced with Heero's
muscles and pissed off attitude.
After what seemed like hours, an officer came back and told them
both to follow him. Duo scrambled up from where he'd been sitting on
the floor and followed Heero. He'd spent the time worrying about how
he was going to get out of this situation. He'd been in worse
trouble, but not lately, not when he was no longer a minor. It was
too much to ask that Heero's lawyer would bail him out too. True,
they'd spent nearly every night together since they'd met, but it
was just sex. At least, they'd never discussed it being any more
than that. Duo knew better than to hope for that. He was nothing to
Heero but a good fuck. No matter if he was developing feelings for
the other boy.
Heero sighed in relief when he saw his family lawyer filling out
some paperwork with the desk clerk. "Just a second," he whispered to
Duo, and walked over to the man.
Duo watched Heero talking to the man. The fucker had his own lawyer.
His uncle had once had his own lawyer, but that was just because the
court had appointed him one. He shoved his hands in his pockets and
tried to look inconspicuous as he waited.
"Thanks for coming," Heero said to the lawyer. He didn't like the
man much, but he was reliable.
"That's what you pay me for," the man grinned.
Heero resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Did you bail Duo out too,
like I asked?"
The lawyer nodded, frowning over at Duo. "Yes. But I don't suppose
this was some kind of a mixup," he said, frowning at the list of
"The solicitation charge is bullshit, because Duo is... my
boyfriend," Heero said, hesitating because he'd never said that out
loud before. He wasn't sure if Duo was indeed his boyfriend; they'd
never discussed such things. But it would do for now.
The lawyer paled just a bit, and looked around as if to see if
anyone was listening. "Do your parents know about this?" he hissed.
Heero laughed. "What do you think? Of course not. My father would
have a heart attack." He put on his best earnest
expression. "Please. I'm going to tell him. I just don't want it to
be this way."
The older man sighed, and said, "All right. I won't tell your
father. And I've managed to get the charges reduced to misdemeanors,
so the fines I paid will satisfy the charges. But it will stay on
your record. You'll have to be more discreet from now on."
Heero grinned. "Thanks. I really appreciate it. So we're free to go?"
The lawyer nodded, and handed Heero two bags that held their
Heero thanked the man and went back to Duo, handing him a bag. "It's
done. Over. We can go."
Duo's eyes widened. "You're shitting me," he said, glancing
around. "That's it?"
"That's it. The fine's been paid. It's on your record, but nothing
else. You can go."
"Awesome," said Duo, sighing with relief. "Look, how much was it?
I'll pay you back, um... some time." He blushed a little.
"Don't worry about it," Heero said bluntly. "Come on. We'll just get
a cab back to my car and I'll take you home."
But the fun wasn't over for the night. Heero insisted on walking Duo
up to his apartment. Duo was embarrassed to have Heero see where he
lived, but it couldn't be helped. Heero wouldn't take no for an
So Duo led Heero up the narrow stairs that always smelled like cat
piss and worse. When they reached the door, he frowned at a piece of
paper that was nailed to it. "Fuck," he wailed, and quickly shoved
his key in the lock. It didn't budge. "Shit fuck damn," he cursed,
kicking the door.
"What's wrong?" Heero said, peering over Duo's shoulder.
Duo rested his head against the rough wood of the door. This just
got better and better. As if being arrested and having to let your
rich... lover? Was Heero a lover or just a fuck buddy? They hadn't
even got that far yet. Having Heero see the shithole where he lived -
used to live - now this had happened. "I've been evicted," he
moaned, not looking up. "I guess the landlord found someone else
willing to rent this hellhole and got tired of waiting for me to pay
my rent. They changed the lock." His cheeks burned with
embarrassment. He tried the key again, as if by some miracle the
locks had been changed back in the last 30 seconds.
Heero was silent for a long time. He'd known that Duo's
circumstances were nowhere near as fortunate as his, but he hadn't
known it was quite that bad. They hadn't spent a great deal of time
talking, after all, unless it included the words, 'oh god, yes,
harder' or something similar. He could tell Duo was ashamed. He
needed to be sensitive. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "You can stay
with me," he said impulsively.
Duo raised his eyes to Heero's. "What about your parents?" he asked.
They'd discussed Heero's family a bit, and he knew that his parents
would not react well.
Heero shrugged. "They're out of town for a week or so," he
said. "After that... we'll just have to figure it out as we go
along." He wasn't going to leave Duo homeless. Though this place
wasn't much better. He'd had no idea.
Duo sighed. He really had no choice. "Ok," he said
quietly. "Thanks." It was a little soon to be together that much. If
they even were going to get that serious, ever. They hadn't
discussed it. But he figured to refuse Heero would mean he might
never see him again. "I just wish I could get my stuff," he sighed,
with a longing look at the locked door.
Heero frowned a little and peered at the door. It looked
flimsy. "Stand back," he warned, and as soon as Duo did, he kicked
one foot out precisely, just next to the doorknob. There was a
splintering sound as the lock gave way, and the door swung open.
Duo laughed delightedly. "Awesome," he said, looking at Heero. "That
made me horny, you know that?" he grinned at the other boy. Heero
was fucking sexy when he used his strength.
Heero laughed, glad to see Duo had cheered up. "Well, we could fuck
now, but I thought you wanted to get away."
"I do," answered Duo, walking in. "Let me just get my stuff. We can
It took a surprisingly short time for Duo to pack his meager
belongings. One battered suitcase and three big black trash bags
later, Duo stood in the middle of the living room/kitchen/bedroom
and said, "That's it, I guess. Kind of pathetic, really."
Heero shrugged, hands stuffed in his pockets. "You like to travel
Duo snorted. "Yeah, that's it exactly. Let's blow this popsicle
stand, man." He didn't know where he was going to go after he had to
leave Heero's, but he'd figure it out. He had a little money saved
from his pool hustling, and now that he didn't have to pay it out on
rent, he would survive for a while.
Heero drove them to his house, almost as apprehensive about Duo
seeing how he lived as Duo had been. He turned into the driveway and
keyed in his security code, then drove through.
Duo had been unsettled enough when he realized Heero lived in a
gated community, then it hit him as they drove up to the house. Not
a community. A fucking gated *house*. It was massive, looming in the gray pre-dawn. "Holy shit," he
whispered under his breath. It was bigger than his entire apartment
building. Ex-apartment building, he amended to himself.
Heero pulled off into his parking spot, and turned off the ignition.
He'd been afraid of this. "Yeah, it's pretty ostentatious. Sorry."
He looked down, feeling like a spoiled idiot.
Duo looked over at him. "It's not your fault, man. Don't apologize
for not being poor, anyway." He shrugged.
Heero smiled at Duo a little shyly. "Thanks," he said softly, and an
understanding of sorts passed between them. He led Duo into the
house, dragging Duo's things as quietly as possible. Heero didn't
want to wake anyone.
Duo followed Heero through the hallways, trying not to stare at the
house and its furnishings. He'd never been in such a fancy place in
his life, unless you counted museums on field trips in school.
Heero had a small wing to himself, which was the only thing he liked
about living at home with his parents. He locked the door behind
them, ensuring that they wouldn't be disturbed by any of the staff.
He put Duo's bags down and spread his arms wide. "Welcome. There's a
guest room down the hall, so if anyone asks, you're staying there.
But for now..." He smiled and indicated the king-sized bed. "I'm
exhausted. What about you?"
Duo was busy exploring the room. The bed looked amazing; they'd only
shared one once, the first night they'd been together. But then he
spotted the huge, green marble bathroom. "Oh man. A fucking Jacuzzi.
Would you mind...?" He felt kind of grimy after being in the holding
cell, and he'd always wanted to try a Jacuzzi. He smiled a bit shyly
at Heero. "It's big enough for two," he said a little breathily.
Heero smiled back. "Sounds perfect," he said, moving to turn on the
taps. "I hope you like it hot," he said over his shoulder at Duo.
"What do you think?" the longhaired boy replied. He was already
shedding his clothes, grinning happily.
They stripped quickly and got in the large oval tub together. Duo
sank under the water with a blissful sigh. "This feels amazing," he
"Just wait," Heero promised, sitting opposite him. When the water
level was high enough, he reached out and pushed the button that
fired up the air jets. Suddenly the tub was filled with bubbles from
Duo giggled. "It tickles!" he laughed, squirming around.
Heero smiled, watching Duo. For some reason he didn't want to
examine too closely, when Duo was happy he was happy. It was more
Finally, Duo grew tired of the bubbles and looked over at Heero.
With an evil grin he moved closer, moving on his hands and knees
through the water. "Ever done it in here?" he said softly,
Heero shook his head, smiling back. "No," he replied, licking his
Duo smiled more widely, climbing up Heero's body until he was
straddling the other boy's legs. "Wanna change that?" he whispered
in Heero's ear.
Heero arched up a little, pressing his erection against Duo's flat
stomach. "Fuck yes," he purred, his hands on Duo's ass.
Duo moaned, letting his head fall back. "Love the way you touch me,"
he said breathlessly. "Like you own me."
Heero groaned. Duo got him hot so fast. He was desperate for him. He
looked around, and luckily there was a small bottle of lotion on a
shelf within reach. He grabbed it with one hand, still touching Duo
with the other.
Duo saw the bottle and grinned, snatching it out of Heero's
hand. "Great minds think alike," he said, and squeezed some out into
his hand. He sat up, plunging his hand under the water quickly and
applying the somewhat waterproof lotion to Heero's cock.
"God..." Heero gasped as Duo raised himself up and plunged back down
onto his cock. His hands tightened on Duo's hips as his arousal was
surrounded by Duo's hot body. He held still with difficulty, letting
Duo set the pace.
Duo panted as his body adjusted to the quick entry, but he loved the
feeling of Heero inside him. He'd never craved anyone like he needed
Heero, and the intensity of it scared him a little. But now, he
couldn't worry about anything but riding Heero's cock.
The two boys moved together, Duo raising and lowering himself and
Heero bucking up carefully to meet each thrust. The lotion was
quickly being washed away by the hot water, but it would be enough.
As soon as Heero grabbed Duo's cock and started stroking, the
longhaired boy nearly shrieked, and started to come.
"Oh fuck oh jesus so fucking good...." Duo's head was thrown back
and he was coming with an intensity unmatched by anything other than
another encounter with Heero.
Duo tightened around his cock, and Heero came too, more quietly, a
low growl the only thing marking his release, except for the liquid
heat he spilled into the other boy.
Duo collapsed forward onto Heero's chest, and both boys caught their
breath as the hot water bubbled around them and washed away the
evidence of their passion. After a few moments, Heero reached over
to turn off the jets. He smiled as Duo raised his head sleepily.
"I always knew I'd love these Jacuzzi things," he murmured. "Don't
wanna get up." He was sure he'd never felt more relaxed.
"If you can just get up for a few minutes, then we can be in bed,
nice and warm," soothed Heero, trying to sit up with Duo on him. Duo
grumbled, but let Heero help him up and out of the bath. They
wrapped up in big fluffy towels and staggered to Heero's huge bed.
Both boys were sound asleep within minutes.
They slept for nearly twelve hours, and it was beginning to get dark
again by the time they roused themselves from bed. Duo felt
positively decadent as he stretched out in the Egyptian cotton
sheets. He grinned over at Heero. "Hi," he whispered.
"Morning. I mean, evening," Heero amended as he glanced out the
window. He hadn't felt this relaxed for a long time. His parents
were gone, Duo was here, and they were secluded from the world.
Heero went down to the kitchen and brought back a load of sandwich
ingredients, because both of them were starving. They fixed
sandwiches and drank soda on the floor of Heero's spacious bedroom.
And got to know each other better.
They'd spent most of the short time they'd known each other dancing
or having frantic sex, so they really knew very little about each
other. They traded basic information, until Heero snuck down and
brought back some beer. Then the real information started to flow.
Duo told Heero of his dreams of being in a rock and roll band.
Eventually, he even told him about his parents, and about the foster
homes he'd been in over the years. And all the crappy jobs he'd done
just to get by. He looked at his watch. "Another one of which I just
got fired from for not showing up," he shrugged. He'd find another
Heero told Duo about his parents, and how cold and strict they were.
He'd been raised mostly by the help, who rotated so much he'd never
really gotten close to anyone. He even told him about his dreams of
being an artist. Duo convinced Heero to show him his drawings.
"Wow, those are really good," whistled Duo, amazed as he looked over
the sketchbook. It was filled with mostly pencil and charcoal
drawings of people, animals and objects.
"Thanks," Heero said, blushing. He'd never shown most of the
drawings to anyone. But somehow he had the feeling he could tell Duo
"You should go to art school," stated Duo emphatically.
Heero shook his head. "My parents won't pay for it," he said. "They
want me to go to business school." Then he grinned. "But when I turn
19 next week, I get control of the trust fund my grandfather set up
for me. My father hasn't realized that." And suddenly he wondered
why he hadn't thought of it before. He could live on that money, and
put himself through school, for at least a few years.
Duo had only heard of trust funds in movies. But then he said, "You
turn 19 next week? Rad! We'll have to celebrate." Thinking of next
week made him sad, though. Heero parents might be back, and then
he'd have to leave.
Heero could tell where Duo's thoughts were. "You can stay here," he
promised. "Even if we have to pretend you're staying in the guest
room." He wasn't going to kick Duo out. And he was vaguely disturbed
that the thought of Duo gone made him feel very sad. He was quickly
getting attached to the other boy.
"Thanks, Heero," Duo grinned, launching himself at the other boy and
hugging him tightly. He ended up on top of Heero, and Heero flipped
them over so he was straddling Duo. Duo squirmed underneath Heero,
and it quickly degenerated into an impromptu wrestling match. And,
since they were both only wearing thin cotton boxers, two young male
bodies pressed against each other soon had predictable effects.
Heero took Duo right there on the floor, and as he drove over and
over into him, their cries mingled with the rock music that was
playing. They came together, each of them losing another little
piece of their hearts to the other.
The rest of the week passed idyllically. They swam in the massive
pool, played tennis on the grounds, and went out dancing until all
hours of the night. It was like an unending vacation for them both,
and time seemed to stand still. Neither of them could worry about
the future right now.
One night, they snuck out to the beach and made love in the sand,
which sounded a lot better than it was. Sand got everywhere, and the
night air was freezing to their sweat dampened skin. But they
wrapped up in a blanket, enduring the discomfort for a little longer
to enjoy the moonrise.
Suddenly, Heero looked at Duo and blurted, "I need you."
Duo smirked over at Heero. "Already? Cause, man, I got so much sand
up my..." He stopped when he saw how serious Heero looked.
"No," Heero clarified. "I need you. With me. No matter what happens.
I'm going to tell my parents about us."
Duo paled a little. He loved the sentiment of what Heero was saying.
He couldn't bear the thought of being away from the other boy
either. But... "Are you sure that's a good idea? They're gonna flip
out." *And kill me.*
Heero laughed. "It would be worth it, just to see some emotion on my
father's face. No. Tomorrow is my birthday, and they said they'd be
home for it. And I'm going to tell them." He was filled with
resolve, and it felt right. "Do you want to be with me, Duo?" Heero
asked, more softly.
Duo stared into Heero's eyes. He'd never felt like this about
anyone. He supposed he was in love, but it seemed too soon for that
sort of declaration. But... "Yeah. I want to be with you, Heero.
Somehow." He wasn't as confident as Heero, though.
Heero grinned and hugged Duo fiercely. "Good," was all he said,
though he wanted to say so much more.
The next day, Duo and Heero spent the day at an amusement park,
riding roller coasters and finding semi-private places to make out.
They'd both discovered a penchant for dangerous, public sex, and
though they didn't want to be arrested again they flirted with
They got back to Heero's house, and Duo moved his things into the
guest room, just in case. They waited, but Heero parents didn't show
up. The housekeeper finally told Heero that his parents had been
delayed and would be home the next afternoon.
Duo looked over at Heero after the woman had gone. "I'm sorry, man.
That sucks." His mother had usually remembered his birthday, if she
Heero shrugged. He was slightly disappointed, but mainly because he
hadn't had a chance to tell his parents what he intended to do with
his life. "It's ok. It's not like I expected anything from them."
Duo glanced around; all the staff had either gone home or to bed for
the night. He smiled evilly and said, "How about I give you a
birthday present right now?" He slid off the couch onto the floor,
and crawled slowly toward Heero on the facing couch.
Heero looked down at Duo, his cock starting to harden at the
sight. "You shouldn't have," he joked, spreading his legs apart.
"I haven't yet," Duo smirked, crawling between Heero's legs and
kneeling up between them. He reached for the zipper and eased it
down slowly. He watched Heero's face closely, to see if maybe the
other boy wasn't comfortable with this.
But Heero didn't stop him. He was feeling reckless and pissed off at
the world and he didn't give a damn right now who saw them. He was
hard and horny and there was a gorgeous boy about to suck his cock.
Duo lowered his mouth and sucked Heero in slowly. He loved to suck
cock, especially Heero's. There was an innate feeling of power
associated with holding the center of a man's universe in your
mouth. Heero was starting to moan now, and Duo started to bob his
head up and down.
Until there was a gasp and the sound of something being dropped, and
Heero's eyes went wide as he looked up to see his parents standing
in the doorway. "Shit," he hissed, then thought fast. Duo's back was
to his parents at the moment. "Don't move," he whispered to Duo.
A string of agitated Japanese was all that Duo could hear, and he
kept his head down after releasing Heero's cock from his mouth. He
suddenly figured out why Heero wanted him to keep his head down.
With his long hair, with any luck Heero's parents would think he was
a girl. Heero clearly thought that would be better.
Heero shouted back at his parents, refastening his pants and
carefully pulling Duo into his arms. He answered them in Japanese,
which he usually refused to do, but at this point some placation was
necessary. He told them that he was in love with Duo, not mentioning
that Duo was not a girl, and thinking that if his parents thought he
was serious about the "girl" they might take it better.
Surprisingly, as he said it, it rang true in his own mind. He loved
Duo. But there was no time to reflect on that now. He'd been right;
his parents calmed just a bit when they heard that he was serious
about the "girl." All the while, Duo kept his head on Heero's chest
and stayed silent. He'd intended to tell his parents the truth. But
in this situation, there was no telling what his father would have
Heero finally convinced his parents to leave them alone. Duo took a
deep shuddering breath as he heard the door shut and Heero
say, "It's ok, they're gone. For the moment."
Duo got to his feet shakily. "I'm sorry, Heero, I should never have
done that, I..."
Heero interrupted him. "No, *I'm* sorry. For all of it." He stood,
rubbing his face with his hands. He felt terrible, but he'd bought
them some time. "I'm a coward," he said. "I knew what they'd assume,
and I let them." Wanting to come out to your parents and actually
doing it seemed to be two different things.
Duo's eyes widened. "Hey, no problem, man. It's totally cool.
Whatever keeps us out of trouble," he reassured Heero. "I don't care
if they thought I was a fucking giraffe." *As long as I get to see
"I..." Heero hesitated. "I told them we were serious about each
other. It was the only way they wouldn't totally freak."
Duo fidgeted a little, running his hand through his hair. "Um... did
it help?" He felt as if he was walking on thin ice.
"Yes," said Heero. "They're giving us some time." He hated how
awkward this was. But it could be worse. "I hate to do this. But you
have to go." He reached for his wallet, and pulled out several
hundred dollars. "Get a cab, go to the hotel we first went to. I'll
be there as soon as I can, I promise."
Duo backed up a step. "I don't want to take your money." But he
really did have nowhere to go.
Heero stepped closer to Duo. "Please. I want to be with you tonight,
and it's the only way. I'll talk to my parents, and then I'll come
to you." He pleaded with his eyes, knowing full well Duo had nowhere
else to go and hoping his pride wouldn't make him refuse.
Duo looked into Heero's eyes for a long moment, then sighed. "I
guess I don't have a choice." He took the money and shoved it in his
pocket. "I hate to leave you here to deal with everything," he added
Heero sighed with relief. "Don't worry. I can handle them. I'll be
there as soon as I can, and I'll bring your stuff." He led Duo out a
side door and called a cab. It was there within five minutes, and
soon Duo was waving goodbye to Heero, wondering what was going to
happen to them now.
Duo had paced the room for about the hundredth time when finally
there was a knock at the door. He rushed to it and flung it open
breathlessly. When he saw Heero, he grinned. "About fucking time!"
he said, pulling the other boy into the room and wrapping his arms
around his neck.
Heero had been relieved that Duo was still waiting for him, and he
hugged the other boy back unreservedly. "I missed you," he whispered
into Duo's ear, kicking the door shut behind him. What had surprised
him was how much he'd missed the other boy. They'd been together
nonstop for almost a week, and being apart had been heartwrenching.
"Me too," Duo mumbled into Heero's hair, breathing him in. He'd held
it together, seemingly full of confidence as he rode in the taxi and
checked into the hotel, but as soon as he'd gotten in the room he'd
nearly fallen apart. And not just because he didn't know where he
was going to live next, or how he'd exist. He was in a nice hotel
room with hundreds of dollars in his pocket. He'd been in much worse
situations. What had stunned him was how much he missed being close
They stood like that for long moments, just drinking in the warmth
of each others' bodies. Finally, Duo pulled back and asked with
concern, "How did it go with your parents?"
Heero took a deep breath and led Duo over to the bed where they both
sat down. "It could have been worse," he began, then he told Duo the
whole story. As he'd hoped, his parents had no idea that Heero's
friend was not female. His mother was mainly shocked, and
disappointed in him for succumbing to the vagaries of the flesh.
Then, to Heero's shock, his father had actually defended him,
reminding his mother that Heero was a teenage boy, and boys would be
boys. They were both upset that he'd chosen to have such a liaison
at their home, though. Heero was prepared to make that allowance,
and he apologized for it. His mother nodded gravely, and appeared to
not want to discuss the matter further. His father, however, was not
It was then that Heero had gotten a brilliant idea.
He cut off his father's tirade by informing him he'd decided to go
to college after all.
The silence from his parents was deafening, and Heero knew he had
"You agreed to go to college?" Duo said, shocked. "I thought you
wanted to go to art school."
Heero looked back at Duo. "I agreed to go to a regular four year
college, and take some business courses, and they agreed to that. I
told them I needed time to explore my options. They were so happy
that I agreed to go that they agreed to it immediately." His parents
had apparently thought their son would never agree to go to school
at all. "I can always take some art classes as well."
Duo smiled. "That's great! So they're not disowning you?"
"No," said Heero, pulling Duo closer. "And it gets better," he
grinned. He couldn't wait to tell Duo this. "I'm going to get an
apartment. They balked at that, but then I reminded them I had my
own money now, and there wasn't much they could say. I told them I'd
get a roommate." He smiled down at Duo. "You can move in with me."
He waited for it to hit Duo.
Duo's mouth dropped open. "But... I can't afford..."
Heero stopped Duo's words with a finger. "You can pay me when you
get a job. Or maybe you can go to college too. I just want you with
me. Please, Duo. I can afford it. We don't need a big fancy place.
We can go anywhere. Another town, my parents don't care as long as I
stay in school." And he'd tell his parents, eventually. When he was
out of the house, there would be nothing they could do about it.
Duo almost couldn't get his mind around it. A fresh start, somewhere
else, with... the boy he loved. He was sure of it now. He flung
himself at Heero once again, hugging him tight. "Oh my god, Heero.
Are you sure?"
Heero held Duo tightly. "I'm sure. As long as you're with me. I hate
that we have to hide what we are to each other, but it's only for a
little while. I know this is right." He loved Duo, and he wanted to
be with him always.
Duo sighed happily and relaxed into Heero's arms. Things had
happened so quickly that he almost couldn't keep up. But things were
right now, how they should be. He knew it.
*Hey, baby, if you're feelin' down
I know what's good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin' me
'Cause I'm a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Don't drive no big black car
Don't like no Hollywood movie star
You want me to be true to you
Don't give a damn what I do to you
I'm just a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Well, I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
I been in trouble since I don't know when
I'm in trouble now and I now somehow I'll find trouble again
I'm a loner, but I'm never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone
'Cause I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy*