Sour Grapes (Where’s the Line? Mix)

Lyrics

[Verse] Where did I— Where did I put my notes? Why, I tell ya, uh, if, uh, brain farts had an odor This booth would be uninhabitable, hahaha We're on? Okay, uh Good evening and welcome, one and all to, to, to "Where, where Is The Line?" I am Reverend Soquet, sometimes mispronounced, uh, "Suck it", but it's, uh, it's "So-quet" We are here to, to share a snack and, uh, chit-chat about how much fun a religion can be Without crossing, uh, over the line in, into sin You just don't, you just don't need to cross the, the line, as we will demonstrate We already have a bunch of, uh, people messaging in via, uh, Tweeter and iFace and, and in, what-not With, uh, with questions, uh, for, for uh, "Where Is The Line? uh, with Reverend 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, Reverend, er, uh, can we touch, can we touch the line?" And the answer is, "No, Father. No, Father! To touch it would be to cross it, to cross it" Uh, look, people, it's it's it's it's very simple, it's very simple All you—, you all can have as much fun as your tummy can take Ya just can't cross, cross the line of sin As, as, as tempting as that tasty plate of fresh baked, baked sin may appear Damnation and hell-fire are saturating the very plate on which it is, uh, delivered, uh, unto, unto you Uhm, we have a second caller? Okay, good Well, uh, Sister Brudder calling in from, uh, Ravenna, Ohio Uh, she wants to know, "Reverend Soquet, can we sniff the line?" Uh, and the answer is, "Yes, Sister. Uh, 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 callers in are, uh, let's see, a Brother Ed and a Brother Aunt from Cleveland, Ohio They wanna know what denomination I am Uh, Catholic, Lutheran, Baptist, uh And people, therein lies the problem The spiritual economy is goin' right down the shitter The operating costs of salvation are, are through the roof But, most concerning, most concerning, is, is, is, is this Are you, are confused, and it's our fault, people It's mixed, mixed messages We need to downsize these factions Stop with the "My God's dick is bigger than your God's" bologna 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 pickin' up the pungent scent of sin Um, and at first I thought it might have been that divine scent coming from the Pulled Pork kiosk on Fifth and Euclid But, that was just a distraction A den 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 (Hallelujah, Jehovah)