Son went to a blackgaze concert, Came back gay, I bet his ass hurt. Varg says gays should all be slaughtered, No gay son will I have fathered.
Gross!
Wait! Maybe I can fix this...
The ranch! My last bastion of hope, Where he Can learn to be a man. No more Dick for his eager mouth. He'll see What being a man's about.
Pack your bags, we leave this weekend For the ranch where there are real men. Teach you to be manly proper, Want a son and not a daughter.
We're here... Wait, they're queer?! Cowboys can't be gay!
They're all Wrestling without shirts, Writhing In the mud and the dirt. Somehow It looks like lots of fun? Could be That I misjudged you, son...
Varg was wrong! Gays are fun! I love you, son! You'd make a great power bottom! Those gay cowboys taught me so much, My bigoted heart they did touch. I'll march in the next pride parade, Tell the world I'm proud my son's gay. I was wrong, I see that now, While learning how to work a plow. There is nothing wrong with gays, Now I listen to blackgaze, too.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
