When the world was black and white,
Saat dunia ini hitam dan putih,
watch me turn my back tonight,
lihat aku berpaling dariku malam ini,
on Freddie Mercury,
di Freddie Mercury,
Mr. Fahrenheit.
Pak Fahrenheit.

I was in eighth grade,
Saya berada di kelas delapan,
I said he was a queer,
Saya bilang dia aneh,
I thought he had it coming,
Saya pikir dia memilikinya datang,
he died of Aids that year.
dia meninggal karena AIDS tahun itu.
My liberty,
Kebebasan saya,
like Christ's death meant nothing to me.
Seperti kematian Kristus tidak berarti apa-apa bagiku.

When my veins choked thick with spite,
Saat pembuluh darahku tersedak tebal,
blind man's bluff burns in hindsight,
luka bakar orang buta di belakang,
for Freddie Mercury,
untuk Freddie Mercury,
Mr. Fahrenheit.
Pak Fahrenheit.

Predisposed to bigotry,
Berpotensi untuk melakukan kefanatikan,
the regular run-of-the-mill American story.
cerita Amerika run-of-the-mill reguler.
The stench of greasepaint on our faces,
Bau busuk dari greasepaint di wajah kami,
pass the mask to our next of kin,
lulus topeng ke keluarga terdekat kita,
instead of wiser idioms,
bukannya idiom bijak,
like “love the sinner, hate the sin”.
seperti “mencintai orang berdosa, membenci dosa”.