Only for you with the cruel cold cast iron heart to heat mine iron core glowing hellfire hot once again. I'm sorry, who are you? You never went through its actual terrain, and yet think you can send me to Hell?
This song sums up how it feels to burn with denial and lies as a young gay male ... until triumph is just Grace and desperation. The only choice in gay is yours. You who think I belong from which I emerged.
Know what? Stop hating honest others and throw all your deepest secrets down on the table now, before it's too late. And I think it might be for you already if you want to shoot me in the head or splash my bloody guts by any other means.
For being who I am.
Your flamingo sanded head never fellated the fragrant air of Spring dancing is what bashes me. Thank God, the Flood. Coral will you be, and I the Island home.
BRONSKI BEAT "Screaming"