Heathers The Musical 10 - My Dead Gay Son

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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!

Our boys were pansies, Bill!
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!

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

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

That was one hell of a fishing trip.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
They were not dirty - Whoa!
And not perverseNo no!
They were two stray rhinestones
on the Lord's big purse!

Our jobs are now continuing
that work that they begun!
'Cause now we love, love, love!
We love your dead—
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!
They swing upon the pearly gates
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!
Go forth and love each other now,
like our boys would have done
We'll teach the world to love...

I love my dead gay son!
My son! My son!

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

Dead! Gay! Son!