File:My Dead Gay Son - Heathers The Musical +LYRICS

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(p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!

RAM'S DAD: 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 just two lonely verses in the Lord's great song!

KURT'S DAD: Our boys were pansies, Bill!

RAM'S DAD: 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 the universe The Lord created man And I believe it's all a part of his gigantic plan. I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower

They were not dirty! They were not fruits! They were just two stray 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!

CONGREGATION: He loves his son He loves his son His dead gay son!

RAM'S DAD: Now, I say my boy's in heaven and he's tanning by the pool The cherubim walk him and him, and Jesus says it's cool! They don't have crime or hatred there's no bigotry or cursin' Just friendly fellows dressed up like their favorite village person!

They were not dirty They just had flair They were two bright red ribbons in the Lord's long hair Well, I used to see a homo and go reachin' for my gun but now I've learned to love...

And furthermore! These boys were brave as hell These boys, they knew damn well Those folks would judge 'em they were desperate to be free They took a rebel stance stripped to their underpants 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

KURT'S DAD: That was one hell of a fishing trip.

CONGREGATION: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa! They were not dirty - Whoa! And not perverse -- No no! They were two stray rhinestones on the Lord's big purse!

BOTH DADS: Our jobs are now continuing that work that they begun!

CONGREGATION: 'Cause now we love, love, love! We love your dead—

BOTH DADS: 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 playful afterlife that's fancy-free and reckless!

KURT'S DAD: They swing upon the pearly gates

BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION: And wear a pearly necklace! Whoo! They were not dirty! They were good men! And now they're happy bear cubs in the Lord's big den!

BOTH DADS: Go forth and love each other now, like our boys would have done

EVERYONE: We'll teach the world to love...

BOTH DADS: I love my dead gay son! My son! My son!

CONGREGATION: Not half bad, your dead gay son! Wish I had your dead gay son! Thank you, dad, for your...

BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION: Dead! Gay! Son!