Ste McCabe - Broken Record lyrics

I'm moving on and up in my life So what's that in my back? Well surely not a knife? You say that it's all in my mind If I've been here once I've been here a hundred times One for the child you mocked When I was ashamed of the sound of my own voice One for the broken record That keeps on playing over and over Now there's too many to count For every f**in day that I walk through town One for the queers on TV Playing up to every stereotype they forced upon me One for the dead bodies That keep on piling up while were dropping E's One for these liberal times Where h*mophobia is all in a queer's mind Broken record.