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