I'm moving on and up in my life
So what's that in my back?
Well surely not a knife?
You say that it's all in my mind
If I've been here once I've been here a hundred times
One for the child you mocked
When I was ashamed of the sound of my own voice
One for the broken record
That keeps on playing over and over
Now there's too many to count
For every fuckin day that I walk through town
One for the queers on TV
Playing up to every stereotype they forced upon me
One for the dead bodies
That keep on piling up while were dropping E's
One for these liberal times
Where homophobia is all in a queer's mind
Broken record