Crapture

Look up in the sky

Right wingers flying by

Just like chick comics said they would

Dear Lord, they're all stark raving nude

Empty suits and cars

Airliners' pilots gone

More planes crash into buildings

More proof their God loves everyone

The rapture has arrived

And we've been left behind

Yay!

Crapture

Retard presidents

Launch mass destruction

Instead of biblical end times

God's chosen pants are on fire

The Wall Street panic's on

Gotta leave hedge funds behind

Their Passion of the Christ

Action figures are melting down

Fly away, fly away

See the zealots fly away

Sarah P, Timmy T, Tim LaHaye

Where is the messiah

We're counting on to put the oil back?

And all the trees

And all the cash

We stole when we ran up the deficits

C'mon! C'mon!

We're in our ark

Where are you, dammit?

C'mon! C'mon!

The hordes are at

The Lear Jet doors

Oh, no!

Butthole in the clouds

Poison gas spewing down

Fireballs rain from the heavens

Hot damn! They hit Wal-Mart again

Now we share the hold

Turn bigots into toads

Time for the virgin sacrifice

To the Teletubbies and the SpongeBob

We're happy all the time

Cause we've been left behind

Now the blind can finally see

Kids in Texas can learn to read

Crapture

Crapture