Fahrenheit

<br>Flash Gordon soundtrack, <br>I was in second grade. <br>My first real record, yeah, <br>worn down it played and played. <br>Young and blind, <br>my double mind. <br><br>When the world was black and white, <br>watch me turn my back tonight, <br>on Freddie Mercury, <br>Mr. Fahrenheit. <br><br>I was in eighth grade, <br>I said he was a queer, <br>I thought he had it coming, <br>he died of Aids that year. <br>My liberty, <br>like Christ`s death meant nothing to me. <br><br>When my veins choked thick with spite, <br>blind man`s bluff burns in hindsight, <br>for Freddie Mercury, <br>Mr. Fahrenheit. <br><br>Predisposed to bigotry, <br>the regular run-of-the-mill American story. <br>The stench of greasepaint on our faces, <br>pass the mask to our next of kin, <br>instead of wiser idioms, <br>like &quot;love the sinner, hate the sin&quot;.