Real men wear blue, effemes don pink,
damn rainbow hues led us to brink.
Brink of the end, observe the signs,
men lay with men? It’s stoning time.
Most righteous God, He did decree
men are masters: Patriarchy!
Order ordained by God on throne
death to the ones who’d overthrow.
Overthrow laws that do declare
Nature’s order Bible does share.
Sharia Law? But it’s done right:
Mohammedans ul-ul delight.
The Host of Host -Sing Hosanna!-
has paved the way that stoning’s love.
For every time a nail head pops
with Bible verse condone stone fops.
The girly men and the dykes with
a finger in we’ll teach with fists.
Just supplicate, and fall to knees
my mighty rod I’ll place in thee.
For thou art naught lest we say so,
we make the rules upon which prey.
We’ll pray for you, just get in line;
patriarchy is rule divine.
No room for doubt, no need for change,
avoid the stones; fate is ordained:
And we who have the upper hand
know God made rules, not made by man.
Each has his place, each has his role,
conform, rejoice! Don’t make us stone.
For I’m the way, the truth, the light
I’m king of kings, beware my might.
Cookie cutter beats man diverse,
rebelliousness’ not gift, but curse.
Just fall in line, do as you’re told,
we can be great as days of old.