Flash Gordon soundtrack,
I was in second grade
My first real record, yeah,
worn down it played and played
Young and blind,
my double mind

When the world was black and white,
watch me turn my back tonight,
on Freddie Mercury,
Mr Fahrenheit

I was in eighth grade,
I said he was a queer,
I thought he had it coming,
he died of Aids that year
My liberty,
like Christ's death meant nothing to me

When my veins choked thick with spite,
blind man's bluff burns in hindsight,
for Freddie Mercury,
Mr Fahrenheit

Predisposed to bigotry,
the regular run-of-the-mill American story
The stench of greasepaint on our faces,
pass the mask to our next of kin,
instead of wiser idioms,
like "love the sinner, hate the sin"