SOON I'M COMING HOME
Soon it'll be when I will fly,
th' rest, like flightless birds, can die
in howling nuclear storms and gales
I'll watch them shrivel like salted snails.
My clothes left in an untidy heap
avert your gaze, please don't you peep,
'cause I'm standing proud, for the Lord,
stiffer than the hardest board.
And down below the sizzling skin
of all my kith and all my kin
that were not saved and stayed behind,
they're crispy as a bacon rind.
Whilst I, a special sort of guy,
waft airily about the sky.
Inclined to jeer, inclined to gloat
inclined to sneer as I float.
But look who comes, His yellow hair,
His bright blue eyes, His skin so fair,
His flaming sword will count the heads
of all the countless commie reds.
Impervious through mushroom cloud
we dart and weave, a holy crowd,
we feel no heat, we wheel and turn,
while down below the creatures burn.
So at last my Lord I clasp
around His waist I pant and gasp
I know that I can be His bride
finally, I know gay pride.