Dialogue #4

Good afternoon Mr. Corrs (go to hell)
Don't wish me that, the headache behind my left eye is bad enough
(Yes and he is the God of love)
(And do you not know that the God that created the Heavens and the Earth)
(The God that delivered a whole nation) Sunday preachers, men

I don't need to hear no preacher this morning
Where those guys come off at anyway?
Well they ain't all bad
Well they ain't all good
Some people need preachers or somebody
To tell 'em right from wrong you know?
Not me man
You're not a needer, I guess
Unless you know whatelse is wrong like last night
Here I am, sick, sober and sorry again, and I
(Promised) I ain't sorry men, I ain't sorry at all
In fact I think I'm in heaven
Lil pop there, little hair, the dog that bit me last night
You know I gotta
How about cleaning the windshield off, I gotta drive you know? (For real?)

My Grandpa was a preacher
Country preacher from Carolina
Yeah, and I bet he made a lot of money too
He didn't make any money
He got anything, it was earned
He did weddings, funerals, preached twice a week, visited the sick everyday
He was a Boys Scout Master, a marriage counselor
A fighter, and a wild horse rider and a windmill operator (hey stop getting funny)

How can, hey, how can you criticise preachers?
I bet you don't know one single preacher (come on men)
You know as well as I do men they talk holy, holy all the time
And everyone of them's got some trash in their closet
There, there ain't no man that's all good
No man is all bad either (man)
My Grandpa wasn't all talk like I said, you know
He served the people, he didn't ask for money
Because he knew them poor people out there didn't have it

He worked in the fields through the week to support himself
Side by side with the people he preached to on Sunday
I guessed they believed him on Sunday
Because they knew they could believe him on Monday