Song parody of
I Thought That You'd Been Raptured
by Little Kid
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Well, I thought that you’d been raptured
When I came home early from the factory
To find your favourite floral patterned
Gown
Just lying in the doorway
It clashed with the colours of the flooring
They’ve got you singing in the chorus
Now
Wondered what made me the sinner
Haven't been a perfect Christian
But ain't I prayed and been forgiven,
Lord?
And I've worked to make a living
And provided for my children
Wore the knuckles of my fingers
Raw
And I don't go in for drinking
Or carry on with other women
Haven't smoked since you got pregnant
Babe
So how could I be made a sinner?
Left down here among the living
The unwashed and the imprisoned
The ones who did and said they didn't
While you're in heaven with the risen
Lord?
I was snapped out of my dreaming
As if someone dragged a needle
Across the record that was reeling
On
Playing muffled through that speaker
Where an unfamiliar t-shirt
And an empty pairs of jeans were
Thrown
Wondering if you could be the sinner
Left down here among the living
All the unrepentant millions
Who admit that they’ve committed
Something they cannot be forgiven
For
And your camisole and leggings
Made a path towards the bedroom
So I followed like a breadcrumb
Trail
And on the wall there was a dead man
Nailed above the creaking headboard
And as I watched his limbs were spreading
Out
And he looked down on the bed there
At the tangle of the flesh there
Where your souls were intermeshing
As if you been brought to heaven
With your dress still on the kitchen
Floor
Well, I thought that you’d been raptured
When I came home early from the factory
To find your favourite floral patterned
Gown
Just lying in the doorway
It clashed with the colours of the flooring
They’ve got you singing in the chorus
Now
Wondered what made me the sinner
Haven't been a perfect Christian
But ain't I prayed and been forgiven,
Lord?
And I've worked to make a living
And provided for my children
Wore the knuckles of my fingers
Raw
And I don't go in for drinking
Or carry on with other women
Haven't smoked since you got pregnant
Babe
So how could I be made a sinner?
Left down here among the living
The unwashed and the imprisoned
The ones who did and said they didn't
While you're in heaven with the risen
Lord?
I was snapped out of my dreaming
As if someone dragged a needle
Across the record that was reeling
On
Playing muffled through that speaker
Where an unfamiliar t-shirt
And an empty pairs of jeans were
Thrown
Wondering if you could be the sinner
Left down here among the living
All the unrepentant millions
Who admit that they’ve committed
Something they cannot be forgiven
For
And your camisole and leggings
Made a path towards the bedroom
So I followed like a breadcrumb
Trail
And on the wall there was a dead man
Nailed above the creaking headboard
And as I watched his limbs were spreading
Out
And he looked down on the bed there
At the tangle of the flesh there
Where your souls were intermeshing
As if you been brought to heaven
With your dress still on the kitchen
Floor
