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I want to, I want to…

I want to tell you a story

I want to, I want to…

I want to tell you a story

About a young boy lost in the dark.

My best friend back in high school

Use to say from time to time

Things like, «All fags ought to have their wing-wongs cut off

And/or be sent to an island».

I was not amused but I was still too confused to stand up and say anything

Because in 1986, oh lord, what complications that could bring

To a high school boy of a certain type

Not that I knew who I was

Not that those feelings were ripe.

(oh look out now)

When you live in a climate of fear

Things are not always exactly clear

When what you are is queer

And the worst thing you can be called in the high school halls… was faggot.

When your church implies that your maker will make you

Suffer in the fires of hell for a period of time

That cannot be defined because it never ends

When to be known as one or suspected as one

Was to be an outcast of the highest degree

To be ridiculed in the halls, pushed and threatened

Without much help it would be safe to be betting…

You’re not very bloody likely

To reveal the secret that has protected you

You’re in no rush to tell anyone

Sometimes your very own soul.

The world was not wired

That salvo had not been fired

This was years before Will and Grace

Or the book of the face

Hunted… hunted… hunted…

We were cut off from each other

Our sisters, our brothers

Isolated and unaware

That there were others out there

Hunted… hunted… hunted…

And always the dogs barking in the distance, always.

Always searching, always tracking, always hunting.

Even when you had suspected

That you had just stared into a sympathetic pair of eyes

You must realize

That to reach out across the void

Was to lower your defenses

And to do so felt like leaving your senses

Because it was a line that could not be uncrossed

And so we let the moment expire.

Dogs barking in the distance

Dogs barking in the distance

Dogs barking in the distance

We were the hated

We were the feared

We were the misunderstood

We were the hunted

We were just kids

We were just people

Alone in the dark… all alone in the dark.

No!

I was no saint and my best friend was no sinner

In the game of casting stones there’s so seldom a winner

You’ve just got to learn to let go… if there’s been a change of heart

Because we all get brainwashed in our own ways

And according to the days we’re assigned

Go ahead, I dare you, cast that first stone.

Far worse before my time

Far better after my time, but at press time

There’s still many miles to go

Especially round the globe.

There’s been heroes along the way

Of which I was not one

Who broke down the stone walls

That will not be undone

So out into the open the hushed could run

I hope and pray before all is said and done

We’ll stand around the forest fire forever put out

And in the cooled down asses

We’ll sing and dance and shout.

We were the hunted then

Denied our place back when

Oh but never, no never, never again.

We were the hunted

We were the hunted

We were the hunted then.

We were the hunted then

Denied our place back when

Oh but never, no never, never again.

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