Letra de Sour Grapes (Where’s The Line? Mix)

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

Good evening and welcome, one and all to, to "Where Is The Line?"
I am Reverend Soquet, sometimes mispronounced, uh, "Suckit", but it's, uh, it's "So-quet"
We are here to, to share a snack and, uh, chit-chat about how much fun 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, Tweaker 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 cross it."
Look, people, it's it's it's it's very simple, it's very simple
All, 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

Umm, we have a second caller? Okay. Good
Well, 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. 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: 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 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'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 picking up the pungent scent of sin
Um, at first I thought it might have been that divine scent coming from the Pulled Pork kiosk on Fifth and Youkilis. 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