[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)