
Ya había habido un protesta subliminal en el tercer álbum Sheer Heart Attack con el tema Flick of The Wrist, con frases como Let me squeeze you till you've dried" o " all this time honey... baby you've been had, en las cuales ya Freddie deja entrever que se se sentía explotado.En el disco A Night At The Opera Freddie da un paso más y añade al título de la cánción el famoso "Dedicado a......?" para evitar demandas. No obstante Sheffield intenta infructuosamente demandarles por la mención de su nombre en los directos, lo que lleva a la banda a introducir el tema en vivo diciendo: This next song is from A Night a the Opera, this is about a motherfucker of a gentleman we call him Death on two legs.
En lo que respeta al la estructura musical, la canción comienza con una compleja introducción in crescendo de arpegios que alcanza niveles pandemoníacos para finalmente develar un riff que recrea una atmósfera siniestra, el cual fue compuesto por Mercury al piano (Grand-piano blanco) y luego trasladado a la guitarra por May y que constituye el eje musical sobre el cual se desarrolla toda la melodía.
"Death On Two Legs"
Queen
(lyrics)
You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You’ve taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You’re just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide? (I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good? (feel good?)
You talk like a big business tycoon
You’re just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You’re just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You’re the king of the ’sleaze’
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (shark)
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good
I feel good

