Don't Go to the Prom

-- I saw the news story, and I just couldn't resist. --

"Don't Go to the Prom"

Don't go to the prom
Where the rock 'n roll
Will corrupt your soul
And make you want sex
And booze and hamburgers
After-parties at bowling alleys
Making out in back alleys
With back alley girls

No, no, no
Don't go to the Prom

Don't go to the firehouse
Where the alarm will sound
As soon the girls lift up their dresses
Making boys make messes on their trousers
Arousing them by sending their eyes
Above dress lines, top lines
Lines where design was meant
To shield the fine sign
That these girls were ready
For the Becoming

Your eyes will drift to
If you go, so no
Don't go to the Prom

Don't go to the sex shop
Where you drop to the ground
And call it dancing
Where romance has left
And thefts of hefts of pride
Happens regularly
Be the bigger man
And stand in God's glory instead
Or wake up in bed the next morning
Mourning the loss of your ticket to Heaven
Seven sins all done in one night
Ending in a fight with another girl's boy

You'll pay forever for night of joy
So no, don't go
Don't go to the Prom

Don't go to Gomorrah
The allure may tempt you
But what you will attempt to do
Is pretend you're not seeing
What's being performed in front of you
Theater of the Damned
Things you won't even understand
Until you're paying for them
In the Afterlife

Don't go to Sodom
From top to bottom
Not one inch of good
Boys dancing with boys
Girls with tattoos
Piercings, piercing music
Wailing and the failing
Of souls all around you

Why do it?
Why risk it?
Isn't it worth more
To keep that ticket
And ride up one day
Next to your maker
Rather than take her
Your date to
Some shady motel
Where you can finish
And grin
And instantly know
You're not well

And we know where you'll wind up
Don't we?
Don't we know?
Don't go
Don't go, boy
Listen to me

Don't go to the Prom