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  • Текст песни the hidden cameras - Ban Marriage

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    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

    And as I looked him in the eye I heard my best friend cry
    That 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
    Of 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 out by that organ and the shout of

    Ban marriage
    Ban marriage
    Ban marriage
    Ban marriage

    The congregation, stunned and dumbed, looked upon me with an innocuous stare
    I wept and on my knees I prayed that there be truth and there be light in my day

    In my hung-over 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

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