Puscifer - Sour Grapes (Where's The Line? Mix) | Текст песни

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Where did I...
Where did I put my notes?
Why, I tell ya, if brain farts had an odour this booth would be uninhabitable.
We're on? Okay, uh...

Good evening! Welcome, one and all to "Where Is The Line?"
I am Reverand Soquet, sometimes mispronounced "Suckit", but it's uh, it's okay.
We are here to share a snack and chit-chat about how much fun religion can be without crossing over the line into sin.
You just don't need to cross the line, as we will demonstrate.
We already have a bunch of people messaging in via Tweeter and iFace and in in in what-not with uh, questions, uh, for, for uh, "Where Is The Line? with Reverand Soquet".

Uh, our first our first message in question is coming in from Father Mudder from Xenia, Ohio.
And he wants to know uh, "How far can we go, Reverand, can we touch can we touch the line?"
And the answer is, "No, Father. No, Father! To touch it would be to cross it cross it."
Look, people, it's it's it's it's very simple, it's very simple.
We can all have as much fun as your tummy can take, ya just can cross, cross the line of sin.
As as as tempting as that tasty plate of fresh baked sin may appear, damnation and hell-fire are saturating the very plate on which it is uh delivered unto you.

Umm, we have a second caller? Okay. Good.
Well, Sister Brudder calling in from uh Van (Wert?), Ohio.
Uh, she wants to know, "Reverand Soquet, can we sniff the line?"
Uh, and the answer is, "Yes, Sister. You can get right down on both knees and sniff that line and you you can back your donkey right up to the line. And you can walk your doggy along the line, ya just can't cross the line. Hallelujah!"

Our next caller is uh the Brother Ed and a Brother Aunt from Cleveland, Ohio.
They wanna know what denomination I am: Catholic, Lutheran, Baptist, uh... And people, there-in-lies the problem.
The spiritual economy is going right down the shitter. The operating costs of salvation are are through the roof.
But, most concerning, most concerning, is is is this: are you... are confused. And it's our fault, people - mixed, mixed messages.
We need to downsize these factions; stop with the "my God dick is bigger than your God balone sandwiches".
My friends, we need to... hand out some 'spiritual pink-slips' and downsize before we have to file Chapter 11, verse 23 skadoo.
Can I get an "amen!"

Folks, I may... I might need to cut this rant short.
My spidey senses are picking up the pungent scent of sin.
Um, at first I thought it might have been that divine scent coming from the Poor Thought Kiosk on Fifth and Youkilis. But, that was just a distraction.
A debt of sin is in full swing somewhere near us now
And I'ma do my best to be there for the fallen when they mutter, "Where is the line?"
Peace out, bitches.