Tirade

Brace yourself, cause Mister Marmelade is on a tirade

A born-again friend of mine

Traded in his face for a young girl

Is it only me

Or was Jesus less a mystery than before?

Yeah, God's evident here

I'm on my way now

I'm on my way now to you

(I'm barely trackin' now)

Let the fat man put his rhetoric on

I can't believe it

How he goes on and on

And I think he just said

That Jesus gets him back in touch with friday

And that God's evident here

I'm on my way now

I'm on my way now to you