Homosex Rapture.

How you doing out there?
Ya ever seem to have one of those days where it just seems like you just can’t get your rocks off the way you like?
That despite all your careful planning and hiding from your wife, at the critical moment you just about run outta time.
Happened to me this very day.
Let me tell you about it!

Strutting to the toupee, all dressed up in drag
Protesting Big Gubmint, with my hairy teabag
Landing at the airport, you know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys in stall number two!

Raptured from the boys' room
Raptured from the boys' room
Saint Peter don’t you feel bad about the new rules
But everybody knows that God thinks homosex ain’t cool.

Checkin' out the halls, makin' sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls, But pretending not to be queer
Oh, my buddy Ted is gonna bring some meth
I’m gonna have the smell of that cop on my breath!

Raptured from the boys' room
Raptured from the boys' room
Saint Peter don’t you feel bad about the new rules
But everybody knows that God thinks homosex ain’t cool.

All right!
Oh, drivin’ home from work or maybe the local bar
Sent off some texts and put on my fur
But at the moment of glory, I was caught up in the act
No sex for devout Christians and that’s my sad fact.

Raptured from the boys' room (oh yes indeed I was)
Raptured from the boys' room
Saint Peter don’t you feel bad about the new rules
But everybody knows that God thinks homosex ain’t cool.

Once more!
Raptured from the boys' room, woah-ho
Raptured from the boys' room,
Raptured from the boys' room,
Raptured from the boys' room,
Now, hear me, I am fully aware of all the rules
And traditions that say that homosex just ain’t cool!