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      As I looked him in the eye, I heard my best friend cry   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   With 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 it out by that organ and the shout      Ban marriage, ban marriage   Ban marriage, ban marriage      The congregation, stunned and dumbed   Looked upon me with an innocuous stare   I went down on my knees, I prayed that   There be truth and there be light in my day      In my hungover 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