I was late getting to church on the morning of my ceremony



Stayed up too late, the night before

From fingering foreign dirty holes in the dark

The morning sun blinded my eyes

And made my skin look pale and tainted in light



And there were steps to climb as I unloosened my tie

As I began to walk the aisle

The congregation looked behind but I continued past the pews

And met my angel in a suit with a smile



As I looked him in the eye, I heard my best friend cry

We aren't fools to fall in love but let coupledom die



Ban marriage, ban marriage



The minister was drunk and high from

His rewrite of holy verse with more lies

But the organist she played

With a tenacity and grace that was fine



The whole room was filled with the thunder and flood

With just one chord, the thrill and clarity of sound



But soon the song went slowly dead

And I was forced to take a stand on one side

It was him or my fag hag, oh, well

I guess, she was never that good of a friend



After my fag hag friend had fled

The minister looked mighty fed and content

We said his rewritten vows that I could hardly pronounce

But was soon drowned it out by that organ and the shout



Ban marriage, ban marriage

Ban marriage, ban marriage



The congregation, stunned and dumbed

Looked upon me with an innocuous stare

I went down on my knees, I prayed that

There be truth and there be light in my day



In my hungover daze, I felt the thunder of God

It was the orders that I take the wrath upon my own rod

Then I repeated my own vows

They were perverted and they smelled of myself



That there is splendor in the harshness of bum

That consummation makes a grumble

And the sound that I have learned called



Ban marriage, ban marriage

Ban marriage, ban marriage

Ban marriage, ban it all