| Song | Ban Marriage |
| Artist | The Hidden Cameras |
| Album | The Smell Of Our Own |
| 作曲 : Gibb | |
| I was late getting to church on the morning of my ceremony | |
| Stayed up too late, the night before | |
| From fingering foreign dirty holes in the dark | |
| The morning sun blinded my eyes | |
| And made my skin look pale and tainted in light | |
| And there were steps to climb as I unloosened my tie | |
| As I began to walk the aisle | |
| The congregation looked behind but I continued past the pews | |
| And met my angel in a suit with a smile | |
| As I looked him in the eye, I heard my best friend cry | |
| We aren't fools to fall in love but let coupledom die | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| The minister was drunk and high from | |
| His rewrite of holy verse with more lies | |
| But the organist she played | |
| With a tenacity and grace that was fine | |
| The whole room was filled with the thunder and flood | |
| With just one chord, the thrill and clarity of sound | |
| But soon the song went slowly dead | |
| And I was forced to take a stand on one side | |
| It was him or my fag hag, oh, well | |
| I guess, she was never that good of a friend | |
| After my fag hag friend had fled | |
| The minister looked mighty fed and content | |
| We said his rewritten vows that I could hardly pronounce | |
| But was soon drowned it out by that organ and the shout | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| The congregation, stunned and dumbed | |
| Looked upon me with an innocuous stare | |
| I went down on my knees, I prayed that | |
| There be truth and there be light in my day | |
| In my hungover daze, I felt the thunder of God | |
| It was the orders that I take the wrath upon my own rod | |
| Then I repeated my own vows | |
| They were perverted and they smelled of myself | |
| That there is splendor in the harshness of bum | |
| That consummation makes a grumble | |
| And the sound that I have learned called | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| Ban marriage, ban it all |
| zuò qǔ : Gibb | |
| I was late getting to church on the morning of my ceremony | |
| Stayed up too late, the night before | |
| From fingering foreign dirty holes in the dark | |
| The morning sun blinded my eyes | |
| And made my skin look pale and tainted in light | |
| And there were steps to climb as I unloosened my tie | |
| As I began to walk the aisle | |
| The congregation looked behind but I continued past the pews | |
| And met my angel in a suit with a smile | |
| As I looked him in the eye, I heard my best friend cry | |
| We aren' t fools to fall in love but let coupledom die | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| The minister was drunk and high from | |
| His rewrite of holy verse with more lies | |
| But the organist she played | |
| With a tenacity and grace that was fine | |
| The whole room was filled with the thunder and flood | |
| With just one chord, the thrill and clarity of sound | |
| But soon the song went slowly dead | |
| And I was forced to take a stand on one side | |
| It was him or my fag hag, oh, well | |
| I guess, she was never that good of a friend | |
| After my fag hag friend had fled | |
| The minister looked mighty fed and content | |
| We said his rewritten vows that I could hardly pronounce | |
| But was soon drowned it out by that organ and the shout | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| The congregation, stunned and dumbed | |
| Looked upon me with an innocuous stare | |
| I went down on my knees, I prayed that | |
| There be truth and there be light in my day | |
| In my hungover daze, I felt the thunder of God | |
| It was the orders that I take the wrath upon my own rod | |
| Then I repeated my own vows | |
| They were perverted and they smelled of myself | |
| That there is splendor in the harshness of bum | |
| That consummation makes a grumble | |
| And the sound that I have learned called | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| Ban marriage, ban marriage | |
| Ban marriage, ban it all |