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My Dead Gay Son
Nathan Amzi; Jon Boydon; Original West End Cast of Heathers
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You wait just a minute, Paul
It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours
That makes this world a place our boys could not live in
They were not dirty
They were not wrong
They were two lonely verses in the Lord's great song
Our boys were pansies, Bill
Yes
My boy's a homosexual and that don't scare me none
I want the world to know
I love my dead gay son
I've been thinking, praying, reading some magazines
And it's time we opened our eyes
Well, the good Lord made gay penguins
And bonobo chimpanzees
I've seen gay lions show their pride in documentaries
If nature gets her orders handed down from god above
Then animal or human
You can't help the one you love
They were not dirty (oh-oh)
They were not fruits (oh-oh)
They were just two strong laces in the Lord's big boots
Well, I never cared for homos much until I reared me one
But now I've learned to love
I love my dead gay son (he loves his son, he loves his son)
His dead gay son
Now, I say my boy's in heaven and is standing by the pool
The cherubim walk him and him
And Jesus says it's cool!
There's no bigotry or cursing
Just friendly fellows dressed up
Like their favorite Village Parson!
They were not dirty (oh-oh)
They just had flair (oh-oh)
They were two bright red ribbons in the Lord's long hair
Well, I used to see a homo and go reaching for my gun
But now I've learned to love
And furthermore, these boys walked hand in hand
These boys, they took a stand
They could not wait one second longer to be free
They cast off their disguise
No shame, no compromise!
Paul, I can't believe that you still refuse to get a clue
After all that we been through
I'm talking you and me, in the summer of '83
That was one hell of a fishing trip
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
They were not dirty! Whoa!
And not perverse! No, no!
They were just two shiny rhinestones on the Lord's big purse!
Our job is now continuing the work that they begun!
'Cause now we love, love, love!
We love your dead
They're up there disco dancing to the thump of angel wings!
They grab a mate and roller skate while Judy Garland sings!
They live a joyful afterlife that's fancy-free and reckless!
They swing upon the pearly gates and wear a pearly necklace
They were not dirty! (No!)
They were good men! (Whoa!)
And now they're happy bear cubs in the Lord's big den!
Go forth and love each other now
Like our boys would have done
We'll teach the world to love, the world to love (the world to love)
I love my dead gay son! (Not half bad, your dead gay son!)
My son! (Wish I had your dead gay son!)
My son! (Thank you, dad, for your)
Dead! Gay! Son!
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