*Stonewall: de Stonewall-rellen. Na jarenlang getreiter en geweld van de politie besluiten de bezoekers van homobar Stonewall (Greenwich Village, NY) terug te vechten. Een belangrijk gebeurtenis voor de holebi-gemeenschap, omdat er zelden met zulke grote aantallen weerstand werd geboden.

My mom turned eighteen in the 1960s
And she doesn’t remember Stonewall*
To be fair, she can’t have known I’d be her kid
That the bricks launched at police would compel me to exist
And I think about that now down the ballot
Of the ones I love and I don’t know yet
I voted for you

Oh, what a terrible honor it is
To watch the sky fall as a character witness
I spent the rest of the night freaking out
I had to get high just to put myself down
But I woke up for you

And I cut my hair because I’m worth it
And thesе days I believe in Bigfoot morе than God
‘Cause who’s he hurtin’?
I grew up a preacher’s kid cleaning up after communions
I know that a church is not a way to live
It’s a weekly reunion
My best friend found God, so we lost touch
I guess a Savior beats a friend who thinks you’re good enough
I hope she finds love and peace
And if her kid comes out, I hope that she calls me

Oh, what a terrible honor it’s been
To learn that my blessings are things you call sins
I’ll spend the rest of my life tearing down
The Jesus from Texas you put in a crown
But I won’t give up on you