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