Listening to Freddie Mercury

Every once in a while I think I’m lying
Take it to the bank; I’ll believe every word I say (This just isn’t how, this just isn’t how)
Then again this is when you start your prying (This just isn’t how, this just isn’t how)
But there’s a thought it could be true
But this just isn’t how I imagined it would be

With these random people just asking the most personal things
And to think that somehow I could always come clean
And you shake your head just like you know what I mean

You’re Christian, tell the sinner, to find repentance, it’s your last chance
You believer, where’s your patience?
Answer questions, put on faces
What about God?
What about God?
What about God?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
For you and for me, what about God?
All have fallen short.

(To see if it’s right or wrong to listen to this song, I don’t want you too)
(And see if you’re okay with all the words I say; it can’t be this way)
Somehow, someone’s more equal than others
Depending on the words we choose to say

A glance at her too long tonight
But everything I’m saying’s right in your ears
We are all the sisters and the brothers
Until we find we don’t believe the same

Like…

Gary’s getting drunk to forget Sarah
Sarah’s stealing money from her parents
Aaron’s lying straight to Jon about Megan and the things that went on
Jessica’s a gossip, Laura’s a slut
Derrick hits Bridget, Ben deals drugs
Seth spends all his money gambling
Joey stopped praying

It is all the same thing

We are all the same people
With sinning hearts that make us equal
Here’s my hand, not words said desperately
It’s not our job to make anyone believe

- amazing lyrics by Emery