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