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